Chthonic
we buried in this dirt
a love we couldn’t shake
and are haunted by the
memories,
they keep on screaming
the spirit of that union
moans beneath the surface,
most days
I long to run to it
until I recall, how I ran
and you willingly released me,
depositing our love
into the grave
of your belly
some things are apt to die,
and others go more
begrudgingly
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