they slept; the gluttonous moon tangling its gnashing teeth into his sickly hair, jaw unhinged, ready to devour. his sallow skin deflected the bubbling starbeams clawing at the window.
translucent eyelids revealed her grinning eyes, nightmares materialising and burrowing into the vexed tissue of her brain. cruel snapshots of severed muscles, mangled arteries and sanguine demise, ("it's art").
his adoration corroded the horror.
YOU ARE READING
passion
Poetry❝but he needed her. like the crackling stars demanded their wretched sky.❞
