By Louise M.Hart
Melancholy
Please…
Spread your wounding comfort blanket
Upon the form that carries my heart
Perpetually in tatters
Forlorn
Because only love matters
And it gathers none
I am a malfunction
A cogitative
Breathy
Soul shattered
Aborted foetus
That should never have been
My heart is warm
But my body like ice
Repels touch
And drip drips
Fleshy troubles
Beneath cold showered obscenity
Please…
Melancholy
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