-bling again, all waning
stardust and darkside drowning,
downing cloud cocktails like there’s
she’s losing her much
-ness, the suchness that makes her
whole, the hot mess that still somehow
she’s a whole sky of want
-ing, taunting us to follow far and
swim darkdeep, sleep tucked under this
she’ll trap us in her fading
skin, begin to hold us, cracked and
spilled and half-crazy in the way we shine.
NovPAD, day 27.