Fingers crossed
And tarot cards
Flipped by fangs,
Teeth filed into order
Because they couldn't
Get their shit together.
.
The tongue below
Bleeds across metal,
Dripping across damp
Tea leaves
Clumping against
The rim.
.
Wood cracks in the fire,
Spitting embers
Against glass.
There is meaning
In the frost
Crawling along
The mirror's edge.
.
There must be
Meaning in the moth
Overwintering
In the liar's mouth.
It's warm there,
Pressed against the coals
Of their guilt,
Isn't it?
.
I have never known
A liar who runs cold.
So I am trying to taste
The silver lining
In their mouth
And hope their heat
Can at least save
The trembling moth.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
Ah, also:
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