lady lazarus

shed so many scales
using them to build
this treefortified
home of blunt force
trauma shelter from
storms just behind my
ever shifting occular
windows to the broken
screaming for release

callused hands wrapped
callously around the
throat of adorations
watching the lips once
so tenderly kissed go
blue as they are starved
of the affections once
given so freely, now no
more than love’s corpse

i need a lover to feed
all of my aching sighs
a woman beyond mortals
that sees through my lies
pain and pleasure in one
vacant stares empty eyes
i need my lady lazarus
a love that never dies

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