subpoenas

the perfect geography of disaster,

i’ve been paying the price in dreams i can’t wake from.

the moon sneers behind a curtain of restless clouds, a faded outlaw tracing scars on my skin.

time, time again, that petty thief, slips hours from my back pocket. but moonbeams double as lullabies.

sometimes it’s a wild thing, howling at the weight of my mistakes-

other times it croons, humming me into finite peace.

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⋆୨୧˚𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖓˚୨୧⋆

can we trade minds

we could try a brain transplant?

let's freaky friday it <3