la statuette en pierre

i’d cut you slow, my blade reflecting memories…
which shall i pick?

Perhaps when i spelled your name in stars and
Cupid decided two can play a game…

My wicked love, don’t you smile now:
beautifully calm politeness, have we?

y’know i’m not crazy, love,
i can’t handle post-mortem forgiveness.

T. E. Pyrus

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