Skin’s Dark Night Amy Pence

Spiked Dahlia

A trick of light:
          feasting moths
across the open
body.

          Certainly, the soul
feeds its own: velvet
and rapturous.

          Certainly, the young
girls closed down
their essentials.

Hair
tangled with semen,
the death instinct—
faceted,
thick.

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