Nameless Agony


O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you
bleed the colors?

Calm down. Virginity
is out for lisping. Impaled,
the spirit ― starts dying.

Don't sell the body
of the poem. Can you ask
the songbird to stop?

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Nameless Agony