Foolih Poetry Wraped Around the Lamenting.

[khanzebub]

An undereducated leap, you might say.
A foolish whimsy given life?
A mistake given credence.
An 'ought not you 'ought not have 'oughted for.
But did.

A deceptive snake offering you an apple.
A core in the palm of you hand before you recognize.
Planting the seeds of decay.
Falling apart at the seems.
Unraveling your own fabric.
Balling into your own ball of yarn.
A spool of lament.

Sew me a life, seamstress.
Or sew up my mouth.
My heart.
My love.

Needle and thread, sew me against myself- if you can.
If there is room.
I'm truly the fabric of your demise.