I’m no monster
There only are diamonding lengthy dragon tails
of unconsciously fibring up things
bustling ahead through me
Their fiery claws
grip at my gimballed, never-tomorrowing blood
Overhead
they permeate and shred
the sacrific ennead
shunting the inscribable paginations’ loop heads
to the next level
Instant, go away
- I am so beautiful!
the hailstones were falling like dragons
attacking the windows of the North Tower
it was a New Moon, the beginning of a golden era,
the end of a long shift
his arm stretched, brought the sun from the dungeon
tied one of its rays, gently to my little finger
and nailed it to the sky with a swift move
the clouds collapsed like a pack of cards
(Queen of spades fell to pieces, like it never existed)
and then he held my hand, his sword and shield
leaning peacefully against the rest of my world
I was wondering if the scarf made last year
feels warm and soft to your neck
holding above the chin I have bitten and kissed
or
if the Victorian blanket I knitted
covers well your knees
the ones I caressed when they were sore and bruised and bleeding
or
if you’re still listening to
the carol I sang in a lower key
as birds scratch the sky
so the clouds can bleed
feathers and fear
over a world in greed
we watch with our hands
soft and ready to kill
for whatever we love
or the secrets we seal
collapsed in the same
cull de sack of the mind
thoughts linger alone
in the land of the blind
we never surrender
when sick or in love
become pure and tender
in God’s fist a dove
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