Lady Ravenous Regrets
She plucks a deuce of stars
from the blanket of night,
slips them into her azure eyes.
Before the moon vanishes,
trapped in fast dreaming,
she spins down on mossy
midnight grass,
gasps, empty of dripping
memories,
barren as a virgin.
The universe spits no more stars.
She stole the crack in the universe,
feels the void. Everything
is absent. Without night fire,
there is no day.
Regrets stick like radical
burrs , villains
on her hem. No
charms to dismiss remorse.
~C.J. Prince
©2015
C.J. Prince Poet 