This; my final recipe
For misadventure, a caricature
At the finest level,
Crushed red petal.
Treasured, as a bowerbird,
You were. Your words exposed
Like bone broke through flesh,
You bleed, I read.
Veiny rivers tumble down
(She tracks my misery
throughout my life
...)
..
And now to criticise,
I don't see your eyes,
(Just the hollows).
My useless body on the ground,
Flapping in the wind.















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