so beautiful your days are
in violent gusts of bleeds
in orbits you spit your favours on
then i spew words in presence of rock bottom days
since poetry is nowhere but in tracheas
filled with mud.
i spew words; lifeless
and you kill the moon, easy.
the skies are bleeding your diamond crease,
your moon, your heaven cease.
moon, a dusted place.
moon, a spot on your face.
moon, a flash of light stunned in a phase.
moon, like your mind, intricate.
moon, a satellite: a grey stare fiddling on your fate.
In collaboration with YWMTU (@yourwordsmattertous)