So, now to the conclusion

A dark poem about about darkness dressed as light

So now, to the conclusion.

You have spindles for fingers.

Wisdom has fallen away, like

Flesh peeling from a body in the burning sun,

Deserted, too willingly by once-lovers.

Each victory is another step for you

Upwards to a lonely summit, sharp as the prick

Of Rapunzel’s needle, sharp and cold.

Pinch yourself, and pray hard that the pain

Reaches through to your sallow sinew.

There is no kindness in you now, despite

The garlands you flourish, like showers

Of broken china, poured from a  bedroom

Window of collapsed kisses and crushed dreams,

Pulled to earth before they could ever bloom.

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