DayShell

I can be, but have never been, iniquitous.

                   Trailing off 
                      in
                 Endless gaze,

     A thousand-mile glare,           
       
                 returned to 
                    sender.

A hundred-thousand-kilowatt smile,

                  in repugnant   
                         desire.

    Frigid Rocky Road 
  and World-Class Chocolate
            companions.

Held,
          suspended 
    abreast,

One-hundred-and-nine-degree 
                         heat.

This rotten,
         vicious,
             and offensive prohibition
             persists.

      One must die 
                  for the next to exist.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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