Melani Udaeta Poet Couplet

Gross Grandeur

Nectarous taste would not surcease 
in torture now that’s my showpiece;
 
I sit in a hard chair pallid,
there’s solace in something solid; 

Give fine obeisance to the madness,
decayed memories savor sadness;

Such enmity in your answer,
the pinnacle of gross grandeur;

Your lotion now my nepenthe,
letting me drown so easily;

Rocking on this rickety porch,
that scent hits me like a blowtorch;

Alone, I want to be swaddled 
in each moment that we bottled;

I’m locked in a living tomb
rusted with such a stale gloom;

Filthy stench, can you smell it? 
Perfume for some to covet;

In a cataleptic state
circumvention seen too late;

Doppelgänger could not withdraw,
prose signed ‘Edgar Ravenclaw’.

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