Monday, March 2, 2026

Scarlet Pact

Let them come, 

let them gather,

Let them congregate in masses

or not at all. 


With metal in their mouths

Let them bear witness my own liberation.

I rescind this blood oath.

I can absorb no more. 


Like a sopping scarlet sponge 

clinging to the darkness,

she’s dripping with despair. 

Let us be wrung dry. 


For tonight, I am the moon,

and the moon is me.

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