Curtsey plaids entice blessed trinity on lesbian smiles….
Ebony locks shy on pale skin as my eyes feast
on flaxen meadows…..may I wonder, never finding
my way out….
Red adorns silver wrists, and so umbilical hemorrhages
thirsty for more….
Ghoulish cradle rhymes with no reason,
as crows circle, never the pretty bird
Pleasure me with death on silken wings,
my soul to blush on your ghostly skeletal….
Free I am to fly on fiery rainbows, dipped in
pearls, hued ambrosial….
*THIS POEM IS BASED ON THE MOVE THE MOTH DIARIES, WHICH
I FOUND HAUNTINGLY DARK*