This melody in my soul
an exiled threnody
defends your memory
immediate deference
melancholic dictator
humming palpable regret
No words, just bitter force
commanding submission
brown knees and sticky tile
bromidic clenching of counter
a guttural cyclone
my pinched throat
This loving hostage
lament your esurient end
begins the constipation
browbeaten acknowledgement
this rhythmic denial
embalming of love
please don’t die.
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