Bleed

Dreams of a dead sun,
 moths swirling in the moonlight
 like wisps of silver sequins
 wings torn and folded.
 Let the light saturate
 hopelessness frozen
 let it fall, shatter and melt
 and quench the sunburnt earth.
 Weary wings stretch open
 surrendering to the ache
 feel the deep wound open
 to my ruby encrusted hollow.

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