to light impossible fires
in set of miserable miracles
left alone in boggy hotel rooms
gases in vital signs
a methane bloodstream
sucking a deep resin beneath
i slept in her moons
underneath the light of you
kissing the moon's sideboob
but all i can't be
fell sweet in summer scenes
so holy thou pleases
cut right where it sleeps
an opium den in hiding
plain sights defiling
as a maker of men
crying ever so violent
in silence with automatics
what she made
may happen to fall beneath
the cracks in an ego
I see through the wicker blinds
through tomorrow's eyes
a weapon in brutal disguise
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
