Nick Dantona

writing and Photography

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My Chilly Mo

Chilly Mo is long, sharp and mean
She carries the shiver that the night winds blow
She’s etched with all the fears I’ve ever been.
Her bone carved handle has a grip on me. I can’t let her go.
She’s my Chilly Mo.

Chilly Mo be silent
Chilly Mo be swift.
You may be a god-send
You can be my gift.

A fight for twenty minutes of peace.
Some bright warm place
Where thoughts of death cease
And no tally of gains or loss
Oh, Chilly Mo you are my liberator, you are my cross.

Soak me in the Jordan, where the ancients go.
Or lance my lungs and set me free.
She is the sum of the love and evil I have sown.
She is my Chilly Mo.

Chilly Mo be silent
Chilly Mo be swift.
You may be a god-send
You can be my gift.
Take me quickly, take me clean.
Take me when my eyes are shut.
Take me when I dream.

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