Two Moons

Image by Ann Powell

we persistently die

for the things

we will be

forgotten by…

I invited

every demon

and unconquerable

alibi

for a cup of tea

and opened the

door wide for

every profound

pathology

a discovery of

what is me

that every

horrific thing

is really a beautiful

part of me

and it all

travels and goes

deeper

than the burrowing

buried artery

Monsters succumb

when we befriend them…

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