THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: December 19, 2016

you thrive on fear, but i slow you, stay you, sink my nails into you as i sink my nails into the moon knock if you must, but i have barred the door i have hung a magic amulet from the rafters my screams rise silent as a roar, black as a sun they rise from a living heart, pierce the numb sky my laugh is a cackle scratching your yellow eyes i grow tired but spring back again, a wilting… Read More