a hopeful death of your resurection
I didn’t want to feel that stabbing pain
that knee falling drag
that suffocating wilt of isolation
that wan face obscuring the door hole
words of few need not a rehearsal
pursed lips in life we hailed
it seems such an egged-on hyperbole
though our talons at the jugular have failed
the partial light didn’t show your truth
you’d swapped and matted a thesis
recalcitrant to the last I toe your toes
come forward or we force an armistice
you grin a foul rot of faithless love
under your eyes I can see your sleeplessness
the hopeful death of your resurrection
has me locked in the wills of my chest
and I’ve yearned for this moment
this soul drenching boiling monsoon
that quill from the well of your ire
this mindless ghost of a frigate looms
have I become all that you wished me
as I have tried to deceive my reflection
if so the let the stain of sobriety tame me
your salubrious demise is my electric shock
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