31 march 2019
Hurting Myself
The blue stare
will stretch on the horizon.
A princely moon
enters the perforate shell―
in the oviform eye,
of the bruised lake.
I was ready to drink
the potion, the viper offers.
Tears and laughter, the
twin ecstasy of dying
by hinged fangs.
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