Pseudopsychosis.

It was perhaps disenchantment
Darling, slipping to the sea like a knife;
why abide like children, a bloodline
since dead retiring from goddammned
bones mislaid—I can barely touch
the waves; black doves
splintering in the mistakes upon
their tongues, straying first
feigning none.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Today’s challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a quadrille poem. If you’re new to dVerse or the quadrille, it’s simply a poem of 44 words (excluding the title.) You MUST use the word “abide” in your poem.

Reposted 7/09/2021.

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