……………………………………
A fireplace
sets the mood
hot pokers
burning coals
and penance
my lips
swollen shut
say “I’m sorry”
as my words never could
wine and roses
a dinner for one
~
"She was his earth, his ground. He cast his seed to her again and again. And the creepers grew… nourished." [Jack Ketchum]
"I know you can't destroy me..." [J.R. Hayes]
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