with deadened digits
of inarticulate
aspiration
threatening to scrawl
an ode
to the winsome
smell of decay
floating on the breezes of
yesterday’s
lovely memory

rose petals lay piled
across the broken mattress
of matrimonial
dissent
to putrefy amongst
the bloated black flies
that swarm
across silken lies
sworn under the deadlight
of sorrowful reminisce