Note Scrawled on Lace for Satan

Allie Nelson

Dances with Tricksters

I need something sweeter than your

violent love, something softer

that folds up like white origami

in my cotton pocket, yours is

the covenant of monsters,

mine is the flock of sheep,

and darling dead vampire,

you are no longer my moon.

I am my own sun, a star.

And my light is a lovely

thing.

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Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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