Song of the Dead | Teen Ink

Song of the Dead

March 26, 2009
By Anonymous

How loud your heart is calling, love
How close the darkness at your breast
How hectic are the rivers, love
Drawn through your dying wrist
And love, what heat your frail skin hides
As pure as salt, as sweet as death
And in the dark the red moon rides
The foxfire of your breath


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