knotted
made of twine
twisted into infinite complexity
unravel me
and I am nothing
she unwrapped me like a present
squealed with delight
then set me aside to see
what else waited for her
I watch, crimson ribbon coiled at my feet
morning falls like a stone grave lid
crushing resurrection fantasies
with the weight of obligations
Roman soldiers trample
the sweetest dreams
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