the crone mothers moon
when the sky was filled
with the pinks and blues
of the sun’s daily death
like a cheap grocery store
birthday cake
that you can either choose
happiness or regret
and happiness
does not pay
the rent
the crone mothers moon
when the sky was filled
with the pinks and blues
of the sun’s daily death
like a cheap grocery store
birthday cake
that you can either choose
happiness or regret
and happiness
does not pay
the rent