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Diet of Blood
by Christian Garduno
A steady diet of blood
I sink my teeth into memories of you
This silence isn’t quiet enough
for exhausted angels to recuperate
The fire is burning white
rising from the charcoal
This night has its claws out for us
screeching into the ether
Separate from your own shadow
blowing out Jardin de Paris candles
Rivers never rush in reverse
butterflies never return into caterpillars
Looking for a loophole in the ocean
when all of the sky turns plum

