love committed suicide
leaving bloody traces
spatters embellishing
my obituary attic
tucked under
a consecrated roof
congregated love
bled through
my desecrated ceiling
marking grave moments
pulsing critical emotion
fomenting tragic reeling
continuous pressure
hanging by an obstinate thread
dangling love's flighty things
rightly or wrongly measured
count every wrap
of the hangman's knot
justifiably
spooled figments
keeping us alive
but aloof
every love life
love's gore and strife
wrapped within
our mummified selves
righteous Isis
portent of herbs and phages
healing wounds
suicide's royal jelly
encapsulating sage life
professing every proof
galaxies of bursting stars
beneath every suicide roof

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