EMBRACED BY THE DEAD
by Neel Trivedi

Embrace me fool moon,

For my howls in depression

are far louder than those

of the most tormented werewolves

 

Devour my limbs black river,

For the ripples of my heartbeat

caused by a disposition of anxiety

Will put your waves to shame

 

Pierce my body tumultuous storms,

As if in a violent state of vengeance

I pledge an oath not to run

or even attempt an act of discretion

 

For my soul has been long-abandoned

By any and all in this realm

and now cherishes any and all contact!

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