Wordle #63 “Exorcism”

Week 63

A crucifix pinned between the eyes,

A testimony paid your grotesqueries.

I shrug you off a surge at a time,

The rancor effervescing in the cavern

That once furnished a more cromulent smile.

I turn you out over and over again,

A reel crooning in the hexagon

Of an unissued resolve,

You are the darkness in which I feast

The terse noncommittal heart

Exorcised in the shadows of my own.

I gather my tears, viscous on settling,

Into the folds of your unwashed clothes.

A madness shared grows exponentially

And there is hardly a breath between us

Worth the sacrifice it would take to survive.

Even when face to face your void drinks me.

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For

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/06/01/wordle-63-june-1-2015/

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