Moon’s Daughter

Pitch perfect
The shadow falls
A mood to set your watch by
Picking their path the creepy crawlies come a-running
The velvet moths with the feelers that know will flee
Only hard and angry stays
Black hinged beasts clamber about in the groin, the spine, the breasts
I’ll scratch at the surface to let them out, scritch, scratch
Opening the mouth in a violently silent O
A route out found and the darkness lifts
The moths return
On their carousel
They’ll depart again soon with the wax of the moon
The dark ones will come
I turn over and over and over
Calmed for now

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