She Caulked Her Anthesis

[ She Caulked Her Anthesis ]

She would not be left mithering unsalved. What seemed to be a choosing need not fallow. No longer morning, and softer in the urn. Listless a catchless ovum. Allow a body to quicken within space between soul and skin. Create one, then saline reconfigure another life. In what way will she resonate a certain alert repose? She decides before she wakes. Having the dead haunt in halfsmallness imbues a penetrable scape. What erases the tiniest trespass? No she thinks the mirror has no spreading smile, never luminous well-veiled bodies. Perhaps relief's within the first efflorescence. Where does her endometrial pang? (Within). Such dreary music. One of these days she sits erect. She melts the weather, without monument or truth among the early dead.

Sedge and mallow, behind forgiveness is skin, dead or burned or replaced
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