you look so good in love
love? have you any idea the felonies committed in its name? in the nitty gritty bloody corners, those spent decaying, in painful solemnity. what happens in those stages between life and death, in mourning? amongst cavalcades of fraudulence, martyrs and peons of infatuation.
a congregation of hopefuls celebrated in red handkerchiefs. pleonexia and counterfeit oaths deliquesce from talons on mauled nerves. penumbra as we hang onto shadows, ruins clutched in fingers of sinners. thoughts finish their ritualistic ricocheting, a sacrifice of our sanity has the gods above repulsed.
for every hand ever held, a malediction flickers in a flame. auric kisses, a poem erases itself and another infinity of chances is stifled in the gap between our hips. we paid, repented to get here. we won't stop.
saprophytic sanctification. pulsing flaring retching us, thrumming breathing spangled us. stained mattresses and mould on our sixth fingertips. promises drawn on bone marrow, claret sipped from cherry lips. nothing peels away like grapefruit.
flowers wilt in the corner.
and you can almost hear them screaming,
"have you ever mourned what was never there?"
