98 Or 99

Moth burned by candle flame 
mammoth jaw snapped tight
I can’t tell friend from foe
you’ve done in my head tonight.

Tongue tied with ribbon
throat choked by pink bows
I can’t tell master from slave
you’ve done in my head ages ago.

888537605 ghosts haunted dreams
888537605 dreams slipped away
I can’t tell heaven from hell
you’ve done in my head today.

Song bird whistled tunes
vulture picked roadkill clean
I can’t tell high from low
you’ve done in my head it seems.

Published by Carmilla Dawn

Hi! I write poetry and short stories under the pen name Carmilla Dawn. I’m a bookworm and a music and tarot enthusiast. When not writing, I can be found goofing around with my husband and kitty Freya, hanging out with my online sisters and friends, playing solo ttrpgs, jamming out to tunes, and binge watching videos on YouTube.

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