morbidity
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Sculpted hammer of divinity comes down, and
My skull is cracked and leaking
Adorned by a veil of mourning glories in full bloom
Laced, tethered stems joining at the base
Soft gentle petals hugging
At the edge of my bed,
A close friend creeps,
His gibbers and gabbers fill my head,
The way he speaks is quite bleak,
I'd not mind it if he wasn't two years dead.
