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Vulpes Pilum Mutat

Sanguine skies at twilight

A lone ship, rudderless and pitching to starboard

He’s old enough to know

That he’s old enough to know

The vulpine smile

The vulpine eyes

The thin line of spit on his chin

There are no accidents –

Only lies we tell ourselves

When we want absolution

Dreaming of ravens at sunrise

A yellow-eyed unkindness among the inflorescence

He’s smart enough to know

That he can’t hide forever behind

The predatory smile

The predatory eyes

The cum stains on the fly of his jeans

There are no accidents –

Only lies we tell ourselves

When we want absolution

In sickness ~ in silence ~ in guilt

Everyone worth loving

Is already loving someone else