Black Eyes - Poem by Charlotte Ballard
Your black eyes speak death for me.
Each white tooth
That once chewed
The food that I
Just so, just now
Want to tear a furrow
Into the hollow of my neck like
A werewolf on
A cold winter's night.
I see the blood
Into maroon jellied
Masses on your pure white hands.
I did nothing but
Love you and
Ask that you be the
Man that you
Gray night back
While laying on
A jail cell cot.
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