Into The Crystalline Noose

by Dan Sicoli

in a smile
so deep
she hung you from the edge of
her juliet’s dagger

from a spilling
emerged visceral spirits so fierce
this moment became venereal

and you tripped into a pool
of your own incarceration
splashing blood on a moon
you could never own
in a sky you would never breathe

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