it's sunset and I come to you
dirty knees and ragged claws
begging for a place to lick my wounds
aquiest
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
purring
Monday, April 9, 2012
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