- Yaira Ebanks
- 2 days ago
- 1 min read
bite into flesh of the dying
lick deception off my lip
kick blind men crying
walk through black
eyes wide open
brimmed red
evil rushing through me
it demands to be fed
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See Allyour winter white may be covered in snow mine carries a different glow the calendar may read the same but we play a different game your cold perspective rings true mine rings too, in a different hue
I hover between shadow and light, drift amidst roots and flight.
my eyes sing fingers dance my body his instrument he winds, tunes, and plays me into the night my cadence flows it invites him to explore I shape and influence simplify and complicate he is mi
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