creature of the light or
creature of the night
how will you emerge
when the day breaks
when the moon aches
when the tides churn,
inside and around
your inner walls?
how will you weather the storm?
swaddled in blankets of epidermis
of tissues and tendons, of rivers and streams
that pump blood & kerosene
to breathe is to
light the match
that sets our bones ablaze,
flames licking, liquidating them into
moon milk — fresh silk for
curtains
in the nursery
for a cocoon
is a self-made womb
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