A mother's lullaby, humming in a room's silence, child coddled to sleep,


In the arms of a ghost


Moonlight does not kiss the walls like it used to,

I tell her,


The sun will bleed onto mural and statue,

And I, to sway with her until dusk brings another plastic lover,


I hum her lullaby in a room's silence,


And melt
© Devil in drag