Poem: “Yellow Star Thistle”

Hail, thistle girl, freckled skinwalker of scars.
Turn your yellow gaze on me
because inevitably,
death to my white stallions.
Inevitably,
eldritch eyes blinking out of fresh soil.
Inevitably,
you don’t want me, I can’t have you,
yet for all those horrors
I’d let you butcher my own eyes
with your thorns
unforgiving like me
unforgiving like you.

© Cat and Moth Writings
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