Saturday, 1 April 2017

To your first sinking...


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Youngest Descent did not invite
the tenderness
your Delicate
your wounds
against bedroom walls
sprawled for.

Cascading
to be left at distant
at impasse
by Stoic hearts
or seized with mockery
from brothers' amusement.

Bound no matter
through the nights
to Trembling bewilderment.
Beneath the sheets, at the only mercy,
Youngest Misery...

I begin,
collapse
into those days,
tracing
to your first sinking...



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