Milk - Mothlite

Two hearts

Beating Inside

The sickness of suicide

And the blood spills

And the milk’s red

Some folded clothes in a space

Light streams falling

But that’s too long to wait

Life’s dreams falling

But that’s too long to wait

An animal

A murmur

A teardrop

Another

The last photograph I have of you

And the blood spills

And the milk’s red