June 08, 2025
More in Mosquitobytes Volume 14: Contemno Venum - 2010-2011 Spondeo Nota
Profano Mortuus
Wind caresses my brow
Hair flailing
As dust peppers my flesh
Night air
Chills my bones
As my restive arms
Reach down
Seeking your embrace
The light of fireflies
Dance in my sockets
As the tattered remnants
If my finery
Falls in rags
Once
You asked if I would die
For you
Here
Now
As you look upon me
Still held aloft upon this pike
Know
That I did
© 2011, Mosquitobyte
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