MIRROR
10.26.20
To hell with daylight and its half-harted satisfaction.
Moonlight, you bring me guitar strings, culture, and released rage.
You have that effect one me. On people, I think.
Asking the questions no one dares ask. Chipping at my ice chest to dig for water. I melt on your lips the way ceramics melt on your bat.
You have no idea,
The weight that lifts with
no stone left un-turned.
and im so amethyst in your hands.