The moon’s got a river
of promise running through
her milky skin, a vein of
waning soul. I’ve got a
fallen-scar wish that
says she’s willing
to die for that ocean.
And really,
aren’t we all
just bodies of water
and bone?
..
Written for Poetic Asides and twiglet #147.
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The moon’s got a river
of promise running through
her milky skin, a vein of
waning soul.
Love it.
Oh yeah, “bodies of water and bone?” Very nice.
Oh, yes. Most excellent.
Beautiful imagery combining the prompts – love also how smoothly the words flow