“ . . . “ lachrymosity , sheltered beneath glaucous verglas —- / the flesh as glacial brigandine , bathyal & icebound . i , defortified , / i , seething diaphane , plucking the precious , pink throat : the murder of canary - song . dismal & nuclear , these hands / unwilling pillagers , i massacre dreamscape . an un - woman gone colubrid , pinching at a nocturne’s strings / as i descend unto sepulcher , unto the wintered gaol / the preservation of my poison . ( o , / atriums laced with rose - seedling & boscage , i remember you : loveliness besieged by algor , & the lands scarred by my fetid vesper / under a bad moon , i assembled my apocalypse . ) assuming ghosthood , i pass through corridors / with a haunting likeness to thine cyanosis , sericate silk unto frosted serac / perched upon a cathedra of frore , incarnadine . my howling - song & aconite - artery , moaning , tongueless nightingale / your blued verset was drowned at sea , only to be resurrected by my lovelorn , gelid fingertips . now , the synthesis of my boreal carnage / & your effortless effulgence : the summered solstice upon dolose flesh ———- my breastbone , gasping : eleison , your eyes are the confessional / & i proffer my outpouring of diseased , blackened sin : the exposure of my arcana . “anna . . . that vision of you haunts me——————” WATERLOGGED ACHING , / this guilt emaciates ; i count its ribs , i splinter : grief dendritic , scandent frostbite . godhood subsumes , festered into ancient agonies & monstrous malison / the beheading of my faunae . “( . . . ) do i deserve to begin again ?”
𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙲𝚈𝙾𝙽 has been proven deft in espying one impossibly intemerate from dolourous depths . ( & this , still spanning 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 from first identification . ) of course , no degree of effulgence is detected without EFFORT ––––––––––– 𝙼𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙰𝚃𝚄𝙼 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙼𝚈 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴 . i am blinded by my own light , vertiginous , 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎 of a reality cruel in its contrast ( half - conscious to the fact / woven to axis of the act ) although the damning whorl lies in my wake . a daily dose of a question TAUNTS , mingles with candlelit kin ‘ pon staves to symphonies of lore - torn lessons ; whether to regard the fix as friend or foe , i furrow my brow , brush betwixt the burns . ❝ –––––––––– elsa . . . ❞ ( nathless pleas strung together in exhaustion of the self : 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 . ) borne blessing is bipartite , a force that numbs to biting draught of wintertide & fragrant zephyr of sweet solstice . ❝ that was years ago . it ––––– it wasn’t even your fault ! ❞ cyclical capsules may not become easier to swallow , coaxing word caught in the throat to settle amongst 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙴 . ❝ besides , ❞ she ceases not in her sojourn , deemed miracle of a sweltering soul that shows no blister : come storm , COME SHINE , come sorrow . ❝ things are 𝙳𝙸𝙵𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚆 . ❞
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