Your pith is
creepy-sweet,
darling.
Tag: gothic poetry
a playful
fog
cornered the graves
a ghostly
pale
changed the windows
to white
paint skins fall
green eats good
I hung bats
from my earlobes
close to my throat
twice I was bitten
startled as if I hadn’t
offered them a sip
vampire tooth
red
thirsty
surrendering me
my blood
a serving
of dependable love.
cinder split
burnished
inky dark plumage
metallic ligature
giving length
to digits.
taloned