in perfect complication
there she is in all her beauty
where upon i could not find sanctity
is the dying star in her eyes
this world is terrifying
a beast unraveled from its cloth
a wire shut jaw
crushing me beneath its weight
but i cannot succumb to it
the filtered rage of angels
upon the marble is god
upon the throne in her only
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
