saints closer

carter-print

death saints visit
nightly
poison dreams wilding
my small hour sleep

demons gnaw
on fairytale skulls
mobbing crows murder
with warm wings around me
their black beaks beatify
the picked over remains
of an exhaled wish

my bedtime prayers
are lung broken
mad moon howls
death haunted
i keep my ghosts close

my saints closer

 

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves

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2 comments

  1. Harry · January 19

    Strong alliteration, gives it a pretty song-like feel, sort of like a chant. Fits the dark imagery.

    Liked by 1 person

    • B · January 19

      Thanks much for reading / commenting. Appreciated!

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