My footprints disappearing
Beneath weary bed of green
The plump moon hiding
Behind a cigarette veil
Red rose between shaky fingers
Succumbs with bending spine
Browning, wrinkling from within
Petals stolen by desolate wind
Falling with ash until forgotten
And I would go to you
But this barren night mocks
The crucible chamber;
My broken womb.


 
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