Frigid Caress from Pandemo by Stellae

Tomorrow, Met a ghost on a path I knew
Followed a sparrow down a narrow trail
We saw each other in the cemetery’s garden
The echoes of laughter were not real I feel
Two blinks of an eye
And they disappear
Every scream I heard
Smelled like burning fur
Every moment
That occurred
Was carving scratches
Sulfur suffers
From the matches
Lit and split
In the golden
Frozen cove
I can see
I can feel
You can't be
You’re not real

Pointing her fingerless palm
Nestled in an embezzled death
Boisterous despite the inner calm
Fair skin with a frigid caress

Loathe another torrid taste of vacant sympathy
Centering the disemboweled fondle, a bundle of killjoy
Fevers content to the bath of blood in which it swims
High tolerance to high temperatures, paranoia now a liquid
Swishing reverse
And forward,
Repeating
Its slanted chant
Once I knew
How to
Converse with such
Death taking nuzzle
Now, it's as if I'm a puzzle
With a few pieces
Hiding under a sofa
A couch with no recliner,
Special design
Or a plastic cover
Hidden so divine

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