Poems from tesseract_moths
It was so hard to remeber it.
How wrong and awful it was.
How much I hated it.
But the hardest thing to remember is that I consented....
Behind the altar
Stories are told.
You're oblivious as to why they are giggling in the dark,
Telling tales in the dark,
Tales that are dark...
Which days happened when?
These tired wanderings here again,
Of sleepless nights.
The Moon made a circle,
The circle, we walked.
Muddy...
It glows bright inside of her
Suprasternal notch, balances
Between collarbones; A light
So brilliant and yet so
Simple I knew then we...
A dark, weeping dirge,
Like sad angels.
Crystal sounds of melancholy
Fill the air,
Not loud or tempestuous,
Only needing and pleading....