Eyes of Onyx; Mouth of Moths

Eyes of Onyx; Mouth of Moths

A Poem by Phoen-ix

Murder of crows in the
skeleton tree
All but one flew off,
cawing, in a mockery of three
She spits rose gold love and ambrosia
leaves twigs and parasites in the wounds
left on my scalp 
and swears to me
by the holy trinity 
beneath the red dying sun
that the once gluttonous moths 
now
dead on my tongue
were found by flame in the labyrinth
She left me
an offering of forgiveness, but instead
left me with fertile eggs
 and a mouth full
 of loneliness 


© 2017 Phoen-ix



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Love this one, the feeling of longing was perfectly expressed here!

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