Moonlit Sheath

As the morning crew awakens

And the maniacs lay to rest

As eyes close

Brandished swords in her mind

Are put down so no one can find

Their way in or their way out

Stillness creates a vacuum

Stirring silent whirlpools

Around thoughts and their plumes

The dust settles

On the internal walls

So at last she falls asleep

In a fragrant flower and its petals

A moment frozen

Between sleep and wakefulness

She’s been tarnished

But she’s also been chosen

The moon sinks its teeth

Into her soul

Spitting its dreams

In all directions

Dripping over her body

A wild, moonlit sheath


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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Reblogged this on Equilibrium and commented:
    cool poet

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