still awaiting a proposal,

my heart lay waste; cordialis

still corseting through my veins

flooding my brain, i can hardly relate

any self or aim,



-the one i love will not answer my name

but harder heaves blades still press against.-



blisters buses out, caught surly

viewing at of ending outcome,

pour through each space that is still here

my god, are not fathoms chasing down

punching upon my scaring flesh

beloved no longer could rescue

in the land, no, heroine saintess

can’t come down, no wings to

flutter by. beloved lost missing un-active, just blank

stares, feeling the endeavours

martyring the planting of a dead

cherry tree; flowerless and brittle