when gods of vengeance call

I am certainly up too late
       & too long [promises promises]

       Its just: there are too many stars tonight
        trembling violently as a reaction
                      to your phantom touch
               talking to myself
waiting for the jumpscare
         it’s too peaceful

                      I am Soft the unreliable
                               narrator
               unintentionally playing phone tag
                       with my grandmother

                            There are too many stars
                                                    tonight
         & I just saw the brightest one
                    flit             —>>>>               

          I know it’s deafening
             my madness makes La Llorona
                           palatable that
               this leather fist gripped once
                   around my heart
                     stops time as it squeezes

my thigh

–LM

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