"ecstasy in silver"

you draw in languages
upon my screams spirit
place in uniform chains
high, taut splayed
across the moon dividing
moonlight. links clink
wrists bruise between
howls and begin the dance
on knife's edge. veils ignite
beckoning to the voice with shadows
tighten the shackles
as that is where you will find me.

one of over 790 writings
24aug26
© t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
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