8/23/2025 Attrition (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Maybe one day acids will stop pouring

And through the clarity, I’ll see your face

Eyes dulled by resin, your head’s faint morphing

It is all I can do, granting you grace

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The flash flood has carried you far away

Without response, softly you fall backward

Your mind sits dead and can’t lead you astray

Yet our past lies here, crooked and fractured

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A pig was shot dead and fell with relief

I hallucinate you have done the same

No amount of trusting can ease my grief

I am screaming and bewailing your name

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I’ll make you an altar with things you lost

No matter the price, no matter the cost


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