Culling your humanity to my wrists, my unbridled bride take pride in that; shun tremendum, she’ll never go home I die a little more to see you I am lonesome, your malaise will stray unsought like a marionette, I’d only love for you to stay. Mesmeric, I’d remember this moment. Lost in the moon’s oneiric pocket disabuse your mother’s worry spare me her cries she doesn’t care; my deluded sister, I’ve seen the garden in my hell, buried in plutonic graves whisper my child each mourning unloved but I love you; your final resolve [I] fell and fast first frost and finally coquelicot death. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written for the 08/03/2021 dVerse poetics prompt.