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VAULT OF WITHERED POSIES
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hollow speech lull me into sleep.
i wonder, is it the vacuum or the phantom,
domiciling in your whispers
that swayed this eve with shivers?
what a glare and such tender!
has jeopardy cast its shadow
within these walls, i considered home?
but that does not really matter,
for the lack of clamor is now my foe.
speak to me, never pierce a stare.
mother, i cannot understand if you won’t make me!
years, we have been as we are
and verily, i am almost not myself.
pray tell, when will you avow
the rancor against my person?
it is sickeningly conspicuous.
i wonder, do you intend to make it obvious?
for words may continue to obscure
your hatred in a mantle of silence,
but do not forget, i am your daughter
— the tang of your animosity
seeps into the pores of my skin.
YOU ARE READING
vault of withered posies
Poetry知ること : what goes inside the mind of a reckless soul.
