Sometimes when the weather is murky
Shallow in a vestige of dull weightless air
My bones turn leaden
Wailing in this vessel of me.
Drawing in exhaustion skims each layer of skin I ought to have mothered in the floruit of age.
In the waft of despondency;
Beneath the floor, the carpet_doused in fluent cruor
_It departs my seathe
Escapes the hold of my veins
Limbs seeping with heart-sores are found
Not a girl praying the oh golden spirit
But a dog
_ howling ;
All virulent teeth
Gossamer the lucent cling of indignant wrath sprite against her halo
Cleaving the reposed night into half
Screaming with austerity
Tall abiding the damned mountain
"I defy you"
6 December 2022
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MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)
PoetryRiddles of the lamented heart I keep preserved in a decent hush of demented peace and quiet. Major tw bitches
