Written by m ennenbach

stitches

she said
if she cannot have me
then nobody will
she woke me
with kisses
on my forehead
as i struggled
against the ropes
she so carefully tied
across my
hastily stitched wings
if this is falling
let me fall
until there is a fool shaped hole
in the ground
as she tosses
the black rose
upon my broken form
showering me
with dirt
my lips stitched together
with bloody twine
no more light
except reflections
in crimson stained
pupils
neither one getting
what they truly
desire

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