where did you go?
Was my carrion not good enough for you?
I thought you'd be the one to see this through.
Days into nights
your children claw like angered phagocytes
razor blind, and writhing without will
cashing in on someone elses' kill
I come undone
fissures slack like ropes cut from their rung
My bones collapse a semblance of my form
crack to dust and waste out toward the dawn
rings in the grass
a watermark of long forgotten farse
what grows here's not by want but winded chance
victims of the slaughter of romance.
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