(The shadow speaks)
Your body was parchment...

Amidst a summoned
sigh, she cries...

Timber limbs
falter like rain...

Designed
shapes within my mind...

Spiritual fingers,
they called me home...

I cordially invite you, Husband of mine
to enter my world of toxic rhyme...

Shove
me in...

Death is where I live,
my spirit guides me...

I'm a joke upon the flicker
of city lights...

He nestles near a river bed
of golden rod and honeysuckle...

Please-
Fingertip dance...

Leafy medallion's
dangle from paint chipped pillars...