Supplicant

You’ll take your
Pound flesh
Spine bent,
Veins spent,
Your supplicant,
Your siren
Singing you
To everlasting
Sleep.
To taste,
To trace
Blood back
To the shipwreck.
A return
To an eternal
Never.
Sever and
Sever again
A love already
Dismembered.

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