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
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