My Black Dahlia Poison Caterpillar written by: David L O’Nan @davidLONan1   What I needed is your new lip poison Overnight in the broad starry folds A lush for your black dahlia eyes, As sonnets written to the midnight crescent Shall turn to meaningless words. Of fake crystals, and gentle scarlet fainting. The caterpillar walks up the paper walls I watch as it becomes weak, and it sits on the ceiling. Depressed into asbestos honey Knowingly it shall never rule … Continue reading My Black Dahlia Poison Caterpillar