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// Poem for Luna (empty bottles filled with love/empty wax suffers the same anhedonic fire it feeds) 
// Story: Poems for Luna 
// by alafoel 
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avarice daints,
formed from
glow of moon
lunar.

waking nightmare.

pricks point and
bleeds,
lets flow
through the
open cavity. 

river
of blood. 

river of blood
and the hooves that stand inside it.

mane drenched and cold
chest wide
open and
hoping, begs
has someone got to-
but empty
little whispers
of nothing words
make pal and
saunter inside.

four chambers all
now with whispered nothings.
wings that
stretch and hurt.
some day soon will
too be gone.

it's funny:
they can all
see the hate and
fear
harrow
that they conjure
spit from spiked maw and mixed with blood
but they can't tell
the truth:

it's empty.
there's nothing left inside.