8. i let pluto out of it’s cage again
But only because you tapped on her
window and asked her to dance.
Your knuckles gave us the rhythm to move to.
And ground to shuffle our feet on.
Each number, the perfect performance.
But it gets dark when the curtains close.
After all the bloodshed and the audience dead,
I plant gardens of love where an applause once grew.
I don’t care that it makes me look like a killer.
I can’t keep letting people cover me up.
You’re a guest in my auditorium, darling.
But you watch me like you want me in bed.
Then leave me stranded without an encore.
So by way of war, I meet justice with the red flag.
Pluto.
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Scorpio rising, mars in the 12th.