Morgue Firepit

 

MORGUE FIREPIT
~Miss A

Tell me, don’t argue, which direction did the wind blow,
For I hear the fire pits blazing, humble footsteps on show,
Please explain to me, what I did wrong?
I see the chase, the cattle of heart running,
I’m scared as much as I’m amused to find you again,
To see you in the light, when you trespassed the darkness.

I trust in the beauty of earth, still it does wonders on me,
I believe the rush in my aorta is self explanatory,
That I breathe fine, and  the candle of my life is burning ,
I don’t need to see you my lord, not right now in churning.
I promise to pray to you, with all my heart,
To devote truly; then to humble your plans with ornery.

You’ve come to my lane, I’m starting to feel the heat stroke,
Hope you’ll change your mind, ‘cause I hear sirens, I hear roar,
Are my tempted day dreams of running away in bad weather yours?
But I fail, to resemble the parts of speech when it comes to you.
I tend to forget all the words I’ve learned with time, it’s brusque,
It scares me, but I can’t seem to figure out; the pin-point of it.

This relationship is fragile, where seeing you hurts, and not- even more,
For you’re the creature of the night, you know to hunt, to crush 'n burn,
I see myself and I know, I’m the perfect victim you’ve been looking for.
You harmonize the scales of pain, which pierce through my soul,
As you reach out for your gifts, I burn as I’m giving you my all.
I feel as if drowning in air; as if I’m floating in water; diving in void.

A brush over your fingernails; you guide me over with all I can have,
But in the place, you don’t enlighten my demand for mercy,
A look into your pupil, and you demean me with your scandalous depth,
Here I was all but trying to stay away from resemblance, morgue fire-pit.
Your advices are too bitter to be taken, harsh in a way I can’t resonate.
Makes me question my ability to judge and see  clearly.

Dear lord, I would like you to know, even with the deep sated pleasures,
That you  say you can help me find, still I would like to reject the offer.
I’m willing to take the path of pain, even if it might turn frugal,
It’s a win-win for you isn’t it? Your precious when cherished won’t break,
If it breaks, I’m all yours to daunt the cherish in all the haunting ways.
So hide your slick smile my lord, I won’t enter the morgue fire-pit yet.





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Comments

  1. Anonymous8 July 2022 at 05:11

    A beautiful concept, beautifully written. 😘

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  2. Anonymous8 July 2022 at 08:40

    Damn Gurl.

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