Porcelain promises,
Pieces lain broken,
Swept into corners,
Long lost, unspoken,
Pink poisoned lips,
Hot spiteful lust,
Sweet ceasefire kiss,
Cold uncoiled thrust,
Harmonies of bladed words,
Sing into guts,
Operatic precision,
Deep melodic cuts,
Jagged withdrawal,
Two lonely rooms,
Resolutions grow distant,
In embittered wombs.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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