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 © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the 3/22/2021 dVerse quadrille … Continue reading (!)Two moons.
The Shooting Star flew in the night, Lost and alone, a comet amongst Unmoving brethren set on a Course for nothing more than a Bleak future of nothingness. – She was the bright, burning sun, Who shone in my life every Day for the full two years. Even in the eclipse, she gave Me the … Continue reading Sun and Shooting Star (An Original Poem)
Phantasmagoricred gold,last breath to bind themor myself–I’m not sure; a shadow is a shadowthen so am I until I vanishinto the winter of the bears,I ask that you do not find me; I want to be played by tragic lutes,the first scene like the half of breadthe last scene, the final act to the sipof … Continue reading bliss or suffering.