Your heart’s asylum
An anthracite womb
Birthing illusion
I held you principal
Underneath
A lesser known heaven
In that deep black well
An unvoiced constellation
*
I imbibed the sand
Of a derelict palace
Within you
There was no Prince
Only a more
Preposterous incendiary
*
Love is a curse
When day after day
It remains unsought
But for confirmation
A compulsory worship
I endowed your ego
In the absence
Of reciprocating
Sensitivity
*
I believed
In a cause unshared
To withdraw now,
The purpose
Which has become
My being,
Is unbearable
So I endure
And in enduring
Perish
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This is fictional so you can sigh with relief encase you were worried! I am writing this in response to Sunday’s prompt: Curse. I have been so busy on the weekends lately hence my prompt responses being a little early these last few weeks.
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