29/04/2024

her abortion in my mind absolute, torsion upon
notion of a portion of a blemish of a potion
in topples her eyes, a sudden motion
prefaces my death,
corrosion of pace,
and death are the crevices
she leaves on my bed,
bleeds my breath out
with an errosion of face,
sudden pout about lead
a proud fraud slaughtering
her premise of a cloud,
a shroud of grace