(!)Two moons.

In two moons,
a pseudoknot is in my blood
begging to close
about my last breath

it wasn’t the echoing of gargoyles
in our death-beds
wandering our roots 
taken more by wiles

and gutted solstice 
endless in your eyes

I know
you’re killing me

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Written for the 3/22/2021 dVerse quadrille prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title. Include the word “knot” in some form.


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