I see a future in you
Childless woman, wretched spinster
That bitterness you reek of
That you’re judged for
Which seeps out of your corners
Since I went to your grave that day
I keep imagining things now
What happens six feet under
Maggots, decaying, and the like
It’s a little scientific
An offhand comment I heard
From a sitcom or a cult classic
It does need scavenging
But I thought you’d love it
That lazy drag of fingers on my cheek
Agitation soars, resolve weak
Expert negotiation
Possession I lean into
Solace, oh but where?
This ever weaving agony of restlessness
Following me from decade to decade
Afraid to cut the strings that haul me forward
Sentinels of green, who robbed your colors true?
Charmed I am though, by your new soft silver dew
Shadows unholy, shredded through and through
Disturbing your rest, who beams from...
Why shouldn’t I just, manufacture you
The thought arose one grim afternoon
A standard mold, dubiously groomed
Inspiring misandry, my vision was to fruit
Okay, okay okay
I’ll make sense of you
I have yet to meet you
There’s this conviction in me that I will
I hate it
You were my first true loss
Not much else was my worry
In losing you however
I did not foresee Liberty
Who hurt you so?
That it was me you fell for
Of all people, You
You could’ve loved someone more
Got my sobriety chip here, love
Been abstinent for over sixty some months
I’m not playing this game with you
On conjecture, not getting drunk
I sat until dawn in my pointless vigil
The one thing I could still do
Should I flip that hourglass over?
Or leave time dead like you?