Perched on bloodied haunches,
she stands beneath the
swirling blackness of
the night sky,
singing to the
bayonet moon
and gun-powdered stars
a song of heartbreak.
–Love is war
Perched on bloodied haunches,
she stands beneath the
swirling blackness of
the night sky,
singing to the
bayonet moon
and gun-powdered stars
a song of heartbreak.
–Love is war