• Hannah Flowers

I sit on the patio alone And stare at the moon for hours Her bright white aura glowing A lit cigarette warms my hands Turning my lungs black and spotted To match my Dalmatian heart And a small brown spider scurries Across the table before me Hungry for her next meal I know how Charlotte feels The yearning stomach aches For new blood and fresh water The morning dew can only so much sate I sit and I wait and I pine for the taste Of cherry flavored chapstick And milk soaked in cornflakes My lily of the valley My sage-soaked agate

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