Because I Don’t Like Holding Cold, Wet Things

She dragged the milky way down with her,
every light-year imaginable from Mercury to Neptune
fit into the strands of her amethyst tresses.

I called upon her nettles
to punish the vagrant who resides within me;
She flicked her eyes above my head
but would not grant my wish.

Instead, she drew up a cloak of perpetual evening
to blind the cruelty in my veins
so that my innocence may have a chance to escape.

— yiqi 15 February 2015 3:44 pm

Originally posted here.

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