Deep moon over escargot…within its spiral tomb,
mother-of-pearl, in an unholy night. Drawn inward.
from the chill. Swallowing angels and sea bones,
from hectares in the deep. The drowned and holy
spirits sink with the weight of dead anchors. Down
to the cold chest of Davey Jones. Into the maw
of the leviathans. Where silence wears a shroud
and no tide wakes the dead…Deep moon over escargot
Rated for Teens(13+)
Moon Over Escargot
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