Bodily Deluded

She knows her roots; she feels his omnipresence
Diluting ev’ry plasma in her blood.
She sees his face exuding inflorescence,
Her heart is bleeding, never-clotting-flood.
The fibres of her fleshing meet at one:
That marvel-making manly-fashioned hole,
Where interlocking heartstrings come undone,
And judgement frays and yearning takes its toll.
Whilst her soul is surgery-alloyed,
She writhes there, grave-sedated in her cage.
Her waning mind is otherwise employed,
Employed beyond her predecessor’s age.
Encaptured, twisting down to sombre earth,
She sighs and says, “deluded in my worth.”

The End

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