No one knew that I had died,
the dead are not so obvious.
I may have left my heart in Eden,
my body cast onto the stones.
For you, I've searched and wasted
grief like serpents do, writhing
through the ash. Such a creature
surely coils, turns against itself,
all bite and venom.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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