blood

the syrup of my voice covers you
blessings and nectar for
comets with tails tied
to one horizontal rope

there’s blood on the rope
there’s blood on the carpet

with each creak of the fibers in the rope
the rumble grows in my belly

I am a superstar
and I bleed through the night sky

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