As nights
are darker
the hollow
between my hips
grows sharper
everything
tastes bitter
sounds minor
and I find
I cannot write
about the moon
flowers
your hands
any longer
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| Commissioned Piece (Untitled)
@mc__monster Used with Permission |
For Kerry’s Art Flash prompt: McMONSTER
I was trying for a 55 but got this done in 30.
