Why do you look at me in horror?
I don't mean to bite.
And moon, what is your motive?
You can send me into street lights
Just know I’ll be coming back with cold blood sewn into my flesh
From sinking into pavement
Through the foundation
Melting into the dew
Bones splitting
Bloodshot
“Please don't send me out tonight,” I plead to the lamppost on the corner
“Please don’t call me into your ignorance,” I beg of the unsuspecting one
victim
artist
friend
lover
some person's home,
that I'll never know
And so I’ll claw at my heart because it is my own,
just to dull the talons of the monster in the mirror
“I loathe you,” I whisper, inches from silver glass, into her eyes
And I’m wishing
that I never went out
