2/3 in the Seasons at Night trilogy. If you haven’t yet, read the first poem, Milk & Honey. Originally published on 27 November 2016.

Twist my tongue with your arms of smoke,
The clouds now erupting from
Mountains on fire,
Bruising the innocent air,
With a harsh grey choir.

Throw my heart to the soot-stained floor,
Lungs collapsing even before
I can waltz,
Scaling the mountains I fantasized,
As a child knee-deep in schmaltz.

Then spit out those mint dreams,
And light up another
As the moon lingers meek,
The night choking, broken,
Crying stars down purple cheeks.

2/3 in the Seasons at Night trilogy. Next: Honey Whiskey.

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