sunrise, as a bloodletting.
let the bleed night's dark veins
allow to the night to spit it out all of its milky blue,
in its veins,
that will feel like
crushing a jar of night
in sky.
and when the time comes,
all you have to do is watching
how blue blood will spread to the sky.
maybe, it's not bloodletting,
it's blueletting,
or, maybe
it's just sunrise
as a stabbing
each other
as a stealing
a sun-necklace
or a moon-crown
from each other
like two siblings
day and night
over and over
again.