Sunday, June 17, 2012

Missery II

Every swarm she spoke repeated itself
Repeated it's selfless haunting
Cinctured with foul viscosity
She was always absent on nights I'd claim her hand
There's brilliance in convenience
She ruled her world and everyone in it
And there I was indifferent; a separatist
Moving through her waves
But her body was agnate to mine
Despairingly reduced to flames and blood trails
And I almost loved her

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