Moonstruck Asylum

Chipped the factor of maybe days, Wondering sweet tooth cracked in the night And the cap spilled parallel, baring the nerves, Electrical jolts from a tin foil bite. She hurled back her head and laughed aloud, So her neck made a finger snap sound, In massacred leaves and juniper groves Arched her longbow spine on the cold winter ground. Strobing snowflakes abandoned in her hair, Glitter bugs gleamed by a vampire moon, Hewn blue-rose thighs buried life alive, In a freezing of flesh, it was over so soon. A harbour relented, cheaply complacent, Moonstruck asylum, the member shrank small, And tucking her womanhood moistly home, I died for to her it meant nothing at all.