You play your arm like a violin;
the knife as the bow.
Carving strings of red
that cry sanguine pools
into the white veins of your sheets.
Pluck the scabs
so the strings can always be played.
EclipseYou standEclipse by Vohyd
nightshade in your fist
dripping into the sands.
leaking colors into the wind.
Burning ClocksSlip rose petals between my lipsBurning Clocks by Vohyd
Green faces with rolling heads
Eyes carving their way into me