anointed with guilt,
irrefutable carmine
adhering to skin
(belated) shot day again! ^-^
eroded halfmoon
teeters precariously
on the horizon
nacre-scaled talon
incising deft auguries
daybreak, omen-red
gentle fingertip
hesitantly probing, at
ballistic absence
Silby
Silby
Silby
Silby
Silby
some things should leave a fucking stain
#haiku
just before
you fall
the moon
tessellated,
like endless inlays
pearl-in-ebony near-violet,
tracing each line in
night-milk and moon-blood
sealed,
salved with wounding
dove-on-barb, with
dozen-handed smile,
where saltdark
breaks red on morning,
women have two holes: the entry wound and the exit wound
