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phantom

she floats in me
silver-lined mists
rustling branches
against a window

the moon seeps through
her and casts a
deceptive shadow across
the floor. a tortured embrace

her footsteps are silent
her hive is well protected

from distant valleys i hear
Autumn’s crooning spill over
into this ever-tangling
web. her underbelly’s

red hourglass pulsing
brilliantly against the
fairer earth. flowers wither
i am drawn in as she lowers

dark lips, honey dripped
skin, the flowering embrace
that steals my prudence
just long enough for

that sweet poison
to release

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9 thoughts on “phantom

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  2. “her underbelly’s

    red hourglass pulsing
    brilliantly against the
    fairer earth.”
    GODDAMN. For REAL?
    I close my eyes and see this.
    I can see the actual pulsing…

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