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  • Kyra Skye

moth // butterfly

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


in the nursery

for a cocoon

is a self-made womb



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