Not Oblivion

relationship

Through the branches
A hand
A suit of armor
A shadow
Bloodlust.

Life was a writhing submission of flesh
To be slaughtered
Caught off guard
Hunted
A trophy

An inert possession

You Are Mine
And Mine Alone
And If That Means You Are But A Memory
Then That Memory Will Be Mine Alone Too.

Abbandonata

 

 

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