the gibbous lune hangs
in wan exhaust
falling over sleeping willows
and bodies of grass
where you lie
serendipitous in the wake of morning
conscious of the thought of entangled nightmares
wishing that all had been
undone
but even in the graves
you cannot hide
from the devil's word; which you must abide
-deal maker
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Thorns in Elysian Fields
PoetryA collection of poems that embodies themes of Greek mythology, growth, revival, healing, and love. "she tasted stars between the cracks of her teeth, wondering what it would be like to devour the universe."
