i am the silent stain on your mirror
swerve into a straight line,
as i erase your reflection.
wolves howl as the corseted moon
is sliced by the edge of night,
falling in noisy pieces from the sky.
i thread them to humiliate her
as she is violently pinned to another eve.
muffle her screams with the jet jewelry,
then quickly toss them into the air
for the constellations to squabble over.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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