moth finder one

moth finder one 

a mouse in a thimble

maybe two

that's what I call home

flying

follow

the

thimble

on

my

finger

twisted thimbles

twisted dreams

ravens are black

but they don't like

rhymes

all the stars fit in a thimble Jötunn used long before us

blood outside the thimble

ice-blue eyes deep on me

hurt but survived

veredit@isabella.kramer 

published on weird laburnum ed. Michael O'Brien 30. January 2020 

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