the particles of pain~with Adagio

 
lingers the doubt of pain
an inflicted wound of posies
to inflame your disdain
loudly the gentle rain complains
with a crack, she grins
she must be insane
drawing out the poison dark
with the powder of Arrowroot
ground in mortar and pestle
in the abbey of Hell
my mind's dark crucible
of petrified bones