Chocolate Blood

Chocolate blood rose through the crashing waves.
The girl is smeared beneath the sordid symphony of life.

She screams at the foot of the goddess moon.
Sweet life whispers of a mother’s love,
not the bitter moan of a thousand black shadows
of raw language at her mother’s breast.

She beats her tiny fingers against the crashing lake.
Drunk with rain and the driving wind.
She pants and heaves,
then luscious sleep.

Categories: Poetry

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