Tonight you’ll be my long, dark drink
That slick burn in the belly
That stilling of hand
A blood filled wine bottle,
spilling for communion
For I am an owl now
a devouring phantom in the low light
shape-shifting insomniac,
unblinking on a perch
and my eyes are fixed on you.
Sobriety Poet 
This is so awesome. Thank you for writing it.
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I am so glad you enjoyed it! My heart is warmed. So thank you back, and thank you twice for taking the time to share with me.
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