9 december 2022
Come Out Of You
The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare
smudges on face.
*
I ask myself to know
thyself. Life will smell the blood,
of what hurt your dream.
*
Will not erase your
name from jessamine.
Winter always waits.
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