Months of haunting frames have passed.

You’re like spindled rotting roots
Of admiring, gnarled odium
And the ways the waves all twisted
Felt like phantoms in the phobia
With the flowers in full-bloom winter
We paid our debts to the blue July
I gave you this sense of realism
That shifted shade to blackened eyes
Halting vows like gravely somber sets
And August bowed her trends
We were hands of furled amber
And your love was my poison IV blend
And I was desperate enough to grasp
At your veins within the dark
Of allegory violet rage, we’re invasive;
Like works of burdened heart.