He was wrapped around her head
like a garland crown
that had not yet shown its rot
She was wrapped around his finger
the most expensive gold
hanging on a diseased stick
He was large and lifeless
given breath
only by her beauty
She was growing hard
cold
an unwilling sacrifice
to a decrepit forest god
trapped in the prism of creeping vines
and priceless metal
And they are the same today
this dead deity and forced offering
as the world has forgotten both
10-March-2024
Tressa Lee Breen
At first I thought it might be Beauty and the Beast but this is far darker
ReplyDelete“Far darker” now that is a compliment!
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