Aries

Love songs and empty words curled

Around ideas of what love

Should be, like horns that ram the unsuspecting,

Shaking and shattering bones

And all expectation of the

Normalcy in past, weak coals that don’t smolder.

Life as it should be intrigued

My mind, kindled my spirit, and

Sizzled my heart as he seeped into my pores.

Head-strong and stubborn, he carved

The strict laws into his essence.

He obeyed these principles as religion,

And like a lamb he followed 

The world’s ideology of

Perfection deeper into the demise he

Designed himself every time

He bleated for a white ewe,

Not out of his love of crisp snow, but the world’s.

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