Gorge
threat of winter, violent sea
no more shall mischief mark
will hold my scar under its moon
and trace its haunted arc
wander night in deepest sleep
breathe into her mist
blackest heart on inside bumps
the reckless knotted fist
‘til fearless flies of fire rise
converse in narrow beams
droplets on a pin of light
seep into my dreams
then bleed in sound bullet bound
beasts of Avalon
cup of storms, haunted shrine
shake the rising dawn
now drag the darkness pitted skin
whip into the sun
and every lie I’ll magnify
exposing one by one
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2024
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