Immorality proliferates
while mortality
propagates
it’s wrapped
around the end
of a beginning of a story
same existences contrarily, if so
told different-ly, a sad fatality
booked inside
a library of a brain
with no individuality
Succumbed
Entombed
like a moth
in a cocoon
Slept a sleep
Long and hard knuckled
a mass nestled, soft nest
a grayed out cradled
paper thin womb
Be gone
Be get
Bee’s meddle
In set,
In pace
In tune
Humming
and buzzing
in and around
the nettles and
O’ the petunes-
smelled a soured
sweet scent
of purpled
petunias
once bloomed
in a garden
now poisoned
by a petulant goon.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Christine Clair from Pexels
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