Fleeting of failure
Vividly visual
Seams splitting black-ripe
Metaphorical, miserable.
Tautologies trip from fissures of tongue
To dissolve, or encircle
The paper-veins, warm.
And you are too human
Your future subservient
To the crass crush of each limb
Fruit of womb on the pavement.
Skin stripped to lament, hours
Hot forgotten
Limbs wriggle like fish, and she falls
Apple-rotten.
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