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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The clinical sentence was pronounced, perfumed with the devil’s royal scent ~ a relapse that smells like an ethereal remedy as every restless leaf abandons its luscious green to the grave, where her heartbeat still sighs amidst the sleepless sunrise beneath the loam, where gloaming once, upon a blood moon, homed the valiant vibratos of her laughter, yet if the only way to remember is to remain unhealed, as russet strings of a violin ring through, carrying sweet nightmares ~ held within the dusk like beloved nightingales, letting my inner calendar return to circling the date when she last breathed my name ~ O divine darkness, let me fade until the face of September’s stars wane and phase the sorrow into soundless torrents of rehearsed requiems until hurt sounds like a hypnotic hymn. I swallowed, O Griefversary, my penance through turning time, the italicised letters chronicling the chronic memoirs while the tongue of trauma prescribes crippling anxiety into my thoughts, I have long bottled blurred hope and summer sonatas, with every memory crushed like an autopsy listed as an accessory, weaving words borrowed from archived affections as I leave line after line, no longer aching for the dark to understand that my faith developed a stutter, my pulse filed pleas for Prozac, my ink confessed unseen panic, my skin carried fingerprints of midnight fears ~ and I still walk through the black rose maze of memories, around the season of her irrevocable demise ~ September, the soulful wraith of ghosts I love beyond death…
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