Cold-Blooded
Forgive me, my precious, upon love’s divine
What curse befell us, nights’ hours came alive,
They pushed me to shadows, tears burned my eyes,
If only your careless goodbye was a lie
The floorboards, a-creaking, are now crying red,
As if they too were forced shut, I dare say they pled,
Feel a smile creep in; although I know well,
Is that not your rotting flesh that I can smell?
Copyright © Fareeha Fareej Mohamed | Year Posted 2023
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