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Poetry

This is a new collection of poems. Themes include depression, death, grief, trauma and mental illness. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!

The only one that understands me is trapped in our planet's orbit

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by aesinclaire

by aesinclaire

As it was so it shall be

That my morbid appetite seizes me

That my swishing of burnt dwarf stars should make me a glutton, this

Asteroid belt stuck in my teeth

Is a testament to my lack of self-discipline

Oh how many times has that moon been my lover?

Fingertips tracing the shores of her pale body

The soft glow of her veins, my guiding light

Her whispers a familiar taste on my tongue

I eat shadows and drink stars, love

And heartache is not a virtue

And with my black hole stomach

I will tuck Jupiter in my hair

And choke down each of his moons until I can no longer count my ribs

And Sweet Luna with silver ribbons shall rest her lips on my heartbeat

And I shall crack my ribs open

And give my bones to Nyx once more