Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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The root of the word “decadent” is “decay”

All day I curl up against the wall with black coffee, reading your old copy of Dorian Gray.   I wait for December dusk, the top side of the feather duvet frosting my fingertips.   Hiding away, I carve this trench in your room, persistent as rain.   I push past gossip murmured by these walls, of who else slept in this bed that now holds my body’s shape.   […]

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