dreadful, darling

dreadful, darling
when the air sucks
into our coffin,
and our
ancient bed becomes
a vacuum
for dust and
abhorrent, unconscionable

disgusting, darling
how the flesh feels
of unwashed
elastic before it
but then
ambrosia augments
upon the surface
and the veins
the sweet heat of

damned, darling
but that’s
divine, because
begets plenty
of time —
and hell can’t
touch us when
steeped in our

© 2016 Stellular Scribe

9 thoughts on “dreadful, darling

  1. J’adore.
    I’m obsessed with this poem. I had it caligraphed on the walls of my bedroom.

    How can I purchase a hand written and, autographed copy from its author?

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much, and wow! I am really flattered that you chose my poem for your wall. That’s really amazing, and if possible, I’d love to see a pic of how it turned out! I am the author of the poem, but at the moment I’m a pretty busy college student so I don’t have any handwritten poetry available to sell. I’m considering opening an etsy shop in the near future (for art and writings), and I will definitely consider your request and provide updates. Thank you again!


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