Sanguine skies at twilight
A lone ship, rudderless and pitching to starboard
He’s old enough to know
That he’s old enough to know
The vulpine smile
The vulpine eyes
The thin line of spit on his chin
There are no accidents –
Only lies we tell ourselves
When we want absolution
Dreaming of ravens at sunrise
A yellow-eyed unkindness among the inflorescence
He’s smart enough to know
That he can’t hide forever behind
The predatory smile
The predatory eyes
The cum stains on the fly of his jeans
There are no accidents –
Only lies we tell ourselves
When we want absolution
In sickness ~ in silence ~ in guilt
Everyone worth loving
Is already loving someone else