black moon

Call the wind
Brushes her hair
from the spectrum
With broken blades
Hanging from eyes
O my witch
In you
The harshness of age
Renewing blood
Its time
sinking all
My teeth in your neck .



Countless deaths 

I am nothing
But bites
At the edge 
Of pain
Countless regrets 
For lives in my own skin…

sad heart

sad heart

for dead flowers

deeper into lungs

their scent fade

as I vomit little roots 

for no one.