Beast Songs I

Location

Rivulets

running down the side of your lips.

White eyelets

yellowed/fraying at the tips.

Loud starlets

clawing at the rim--one more sip.

Dimly lit

can you hear thunder shoving ribs?

 

Hushing     e c h o e s

of a gasp in between

the curves of fingers

the cracks that they breathe.

 

Tracing ridges

with scraping teeth

rotten as the

metal rings that cut with keys.

 

Whistled

harmonies   wh o   o    s     h      i      n       g   with grief.

Isolated armies dead in a heap.

Shackled

lungs gushing fire along.

Charcoaled

tongues of beasts always are hung.

Comments

bellamildew

God, this is my favorite poem and the only one I've seriously liked on this website. It's really beautiful:)

Dizzodin

Ahh! Thank you so much! <3

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