Feeling pretty sick physically and mentally this week but I mustered up the strength to post a couple of stanzas from a sonnet I’m working on. I plan on reading a few poems at an open mic night in April and this might very well be one of them.
Soft as sadness feathered clotting mold
In every orifice save the spotless tomb
Clinging onto petals wet with cold
Rot infects even the sweetest of blooms
Crystallizing in the perfect womb
Bloodied honey, oiliest in veins
Safe to you, humanity’s slow doom
Cursed coupling always made in vain
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