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PROSE

The Queen, Abyss

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To know her body is to know

Death,

and where his lithe hands may

wander

But he speaks in a language

that is understood

Flowers withering into Earth’s palms,

the erotic rhythms of

ripening and decay,

the tender thrusts of the seasons

A frost encroaches upon bud and stem

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Speaking in

bittersweet dialects

Tart remarks and honeyed tongues

Swallowed succulent seeds of three

That bore a fruit of

greed, lust, wrath

Until her bushel of roses

became a bramble of thorns

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He bestowed her crude name,

taught the poetry of destruction

But she is nature’s voracious mouth.

a womb of carnage

where chaos waits

To hold him under

pomegranate persuasion

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The amalgamation

of desolation and disorder

her true form

Gentle jade gave way to

carnivorous crimsons

Our marriage bed bloomed

into a garden of petulant poppies

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He ambles in archaic affection

Doting upon his derelict bride

who dominates his cold domain

He carved her out with obsidian

But she was already faceted a queen

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