new year and an untitled poem

i bite my lip and taste the romance of blood like fire in my mouth.

when i was born i choked on my own name,

covered in moonlight and newness.

this dark is the same as the first. every dark is the same as the first,

fit together into a symphony that lasts a third of our lifetimes. it doesn’t matter.

this dark is the same as the red of the name that i hold under my tongue,

covered, drowning. peaceful.

these secrets are lovely and dripping-monstrous and the same.

i smile, ignore the blood. i am the same.

~tuesday

(happy new year!!)

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