Utter,

Those,

Of immortal words,

To set us a shudder.

Conjure,

These,

Lines traced upon,

Our longing skin.

Suture,

These,

Excess feels for our future,

Please.

Carry,

Our burdens,

We shall nay tarry,

Unless it be curtains.

Broken,

This armour.

Such tokens,

Gifted by Karma.

…

🖤💎