A Song of Moss and Blood

you pretend your colors didn’t fade shades of red and blue; painted over your skin with brush of fear and pain you pretend you beam with light cracked glass and broken windows letting the sun in – to trap it in the dusty gloom you pretend you live catching threads of the everyday with obsidian talons raising from your grave to bathe in the morning blood sinking teeth in your own vein.

you are summoning the autumnal colors rustling branches and wild vermillion your hair drink the gossamer bliss you were my captive, my woven wonder you tucked my heart in the cradle made with gleaming threads created air we both breathe with I am drowning in fallen leaves wooden fingers, metal beaks, copper spiders runes on the tree bark – those which fulfill tangled wishes The rusted season swallows us both let me summon the roses let me summon the thorns a spell that lasts until blinding white licks our skin […]