New Poetry Wednesday: Saints

Saints

Beast breaking night
Soft and sweet
No holding back
Even in my dress
Of prodigal saints
Clinging in fear
Of beasts breaking loose
Into the full moon night
Accursed lovers’ hearts
Slashed and bleeding
Every flesh of my dress
Decorating hollow ground
Beast breaking night
Soft and sweet
No holding back
Even in my dress
Of prodigal saints
Clinging in fear

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