Nightlove MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   In the

bleeding sky, a

slicing moon rises up

over the bandaging clouds. I

feel them



enter

my bruised body.

The night will heal me if

I bring it all inside my lungs.

And if



I move

at all, my ribs

will tear through my skin. It

is stretched so far because to hold

the whole



night sky,

I must be a

tight container. As the

dark hours fix my broken life,

I will



win back

the beautiful

love I have since lost. She

will return to my arms where she

belongs.





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