devoured

Brenna B.
Write Under the Moon
Aug 7, 2023
Photo by Leyre on Unsplash

this night is a devourer
ancient as incisors
in my vegetarian mouth

i’m like my mother
just with a lot more hatred
the softness eaten out of me

and it’s 4:27am
and this room is full of
sickly pink light
and a thousand eyes
every face on the timeline
turned toward

the break point

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