Pet Cemetery Moon

The moon will be dark tonight
and I will write against the wall.

Red hot and ready to drip
down from the sky
and hump the fire pit
with a bloody sizzle.

I almost wore a baby doll dress
to my own funeral. I almost cut off my head
and flung it at the dead black cat salesman.

  

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Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and dark red explosions. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.