I.

This is the moment he will weep
soon the frivolity of seriousness
will strike me.
Divesting me of its benevolent
almost tender quality, 	hurt me.
Sensual enjoyment translucent,
lucid intoxication overtook me,
painful and constrained pleasure
became violent and disordered lust.

Unrestrained, I made him weep
but now I bleed slightly
in hidden places.
Too calm to see the brutality
of rationality 	resentment grows
My strange desire kindled by his absence.
But now he returns for the mistress kiss.
His mouth filled mine with the bitter taste 
of the mortal state.











II.

Today was the second bad day
the beginning of others to come.
I feel it falling in layers
smothering	 slowly until one day
the love fails
and disenchanted eyes stare back.
The flesh fails to please.
I have brewed a dark drink,
bitter poison called resentment.
My body calm and irrigated 
by a flow of blood
gentle as the falling rain.
I was bleeding slightly	still.
	They would devour me.
Hallowed expression grows
on this beast's face
enslaved by vanity that becomes vulgar.
I am wounding myself mortally











III.

Today was the third bad day.
Window half closed
waits empty now.
If he moves
Brittleness will break
	Cracked
wide	wider		still
	he 	clings
waiting to be cut open
and photographed 
like a common criminal
bleeding slightly still
I'm left standing 	
			Still.












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