Chalice

February 1, 2021 TheHumanAnvil Leave a comment

These bodies once again
Shall shiver and swell
White milk boiling
In depths of black well
Till sun lift the curtains
So drawn and thus draped
That each night is seen
Upon mattress unshaped

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