Autopsy of our love
our love was a corpse
left to rot in the gutter
festered wounds seeping rot
the stench of our decay
clings to our skin
i am the undertaker
burying the bones of our love
the memories haunt me
like ghosts in the morgue
silence suffocates
a veil that wraps around
our necks, squeezing tight
the truth of our demise
in this darkness, we find
the art of our pain
a canvas of shattered souls
where love once dwelled
now we're left to drown
in the void of our own making
the weight of our regret
crushing us, bone by bone
and when the darkness claims us
our own hands will be the ones
that bury us
Copyright © Zizo Magwaca | Year Posted 2025
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