Mine are quite alive.
Receiving a cruel abortion.
Black black butterfly mouth
My lips are stained tender
Sensitize my batting eyes
Love me, cold December
it was my decision. their killing is my fault.
i’ve numbed my heart’s cage. for now.
A decision-illustrated conclusion
Wraps up a disjointed conversation
Unspoken nightmares of false hope
Have been gathered like a fistful of rain
Our
We
Was
Were
Precious magnolia burning
Fingertips brush crisping leaves
Where the running footsteps reside
Flesh fallen from her fiery branches
Dirt clinging to bruised knees
I breathe here.
For now.
Frantically dodging collapsing boughs.
Beautiful sight.
Sparks bursting through the night.
Gathering telltale petals.
White silk among ashes.
The remnants of romance.
Crushed in blistering hands.
Alas, but look…at what has been done.
Brown fingerprints make their appearance.
The petals have been touched.
No.
Please.
Don’t let them be tainted…please.
They are withering.
Singed beauty curling.
Cracking.
Reduced to fragmented dust.
