the bloom of an aching heart
a miss to a fault
don't come down from your castle
it's too late just to be!
oh holy god of me!
raise in triumph over ourselves
glory to the ones with bared teeth
indominant bastards they are
blood on your cheek
from the mark of your brother
kiss the bruise on his hand
bone cut from unloveable bone
meet the christblood in the mountains
to exist in its freedom
unaccompanied to the ballroom
meet this wish in the hole
tomorrow we will exist
yet your face will melt off the bone
goodnight hollow world
i'll be here in the end of you
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
