Virtue of the Moth: Poems by Danny Price
Saturday, June 10, 2017
Suicide
Upon the cool breath of midnight,
stars between the teeth,
a moon was devoured.
Darkness swallowed each bit of light,
above and beneath,
shadows were showered.
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