Monday, April 9, 2012

it's sunset and I come to you
dirty knees and ragged claws
begging for a place to lick my wounds

and my nerves sing starlight
I'm still this filth stained beast

but somewhere in the pit of my chest
our squalling fiend pauses
purrs through barbed comments

acknowledges my acceptance
this hovel is our holdfast
and in the pause


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