wrote:
"MURDER POEM"The ice crushed beneath their boots,and rushed into the shores,this was not their "forever more;" The moon grew with a snark,And a brush from her part,a JEWEL rests in the grave-deep dark WAVY was the rope around his throat,draping to the knees,a COLLAR for the words unsung,a mortar for the spells unspun,a woven, PINK tapestry;floating mortality.
The reentry bc I edited the og post