If I feel depleted Why should I breathe a name That carves chunks of my heart At night And pending mornings Sticks them With meager liquid That flows In the deep Of the dark side of your Quivering moon… …
If I feel depleted Why should I breathe a name That carves chunks of my heart At night And pending mornings Sticks them With meager liquid That flows In the deep Of the dark side of your Quivering moon… …
“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz