help me pick: aubade, vesper, or orison 🙏
Kristy Zhu
tender, warm-bodied prince
ridden with the weight of dawn and pyrrhic purity
soaked sunlight,
rust-coated and ash-borne
from which heaven did you fall from?
feet worn raw and faithful with midnight
gasoline spill catching streetlight
bright-eyed, poor puppy, brittle and aching
virgin boy of milk and honey
how many times have you walked this path?
euphoria drunk, stain the garden flowers with the wine of your body soon it will snow the ichor of stars
sing me a swan song, and i’ll tell you the prologue
you are the herald of sweet lies and literature, betwixt here and hereafter
by tomorrow morning the garden will have been slaughtered by your soul where is your soft epilogue?