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Beneath The Widow's Ashes
On the edge of sorrow I stood
beneath the widow's ashes,
in love's decapitation.
Dripping the marrow, tasting
her flesh's wilting cliche
and sweet labia majora.
From her jammies be-good,
no time for dialogue.
I listened to her screaming
for help from inside the jar.
Nailed to the floor,
beneath the widow's ashes.
Need I say anymore?
beneath the widow's ashes,
in love's decapitation.
Dripping the marrow, tasting
her flesh's wilting cliche
and sweet labia majora.
From her jammies be-good,
no time for dialogue.
I listened to her screaming
for help from inside the jar.
Nailed to the floor,
beneath the widow's ashes.
Need I say anymore?
Published 2nd Nov 2023
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