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Midwinter,
is, an unsleeping, corpse bride, unwed.
Who’s tormented grief, permeates,
the ether. She’s, permanently, entombed
in, every; glistening, sorrowful, cracked,
mirror, that seems to, impress upon,
the pitch, the brick, and, the grass,
the forested branch, and, tarmac…

reflecting Her open caskets of bitter hatred.

Runaway lover,
uncaught. Jilted, by a luminary, of
the day. Which, means, no light, can, ever,
comfort Her. There, can be, no other.
Not even, His, night-time adversary.
All, that was, uplifting, became, vacuumed,
icy dunes of hope; dead, unshifting,
through, limp, wet fingers, sifting…

solar grins outshone moonlit passes made.

Hearken to, Her.
She, embodies; a silent, keening chorus.
It grips, all, it touches, far, or, near,
with, unmoving, silent decibels.
Freezing, on impact, with; clear, dulcet, spiked, nothingness. Please, my dear,
be careful, not to crush, Her, underfoot…

air rues another year of Her spinsterhood.

A, lament, seizes.
Each, day, and, night, as Her, immortal,
enemy. Making them; rigid, uptight,
uneasy. Immovable, except, of course,
for the eyes. She, has; Her reasons. He,
always, used to, compliment, Her features.
Now, She longs, for a love, that, unfreezes…

pray to propose, thaw’d, do; Neptune, Pluto.

© poormansdreams

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