My home, my only home,
Swallowed now, by Sand and by sea.
A comfortable, homely cave was he,
Made out of word shells, prettily.
My home, my only home,
Dismantled now, and silently.
Did you forget so easily?
That my true name is Emily.
I’m About Rage, I’m last June’s lust,
I am repose, I am disgust.
You cannot run, you spirit whore,
Not outcrawl me at Ocean Shore.
My home, the man you slew,
A tiny crab shell I outgrew.
But in the sky waits my forlorn,
My murder twin, a Capricorn.
April 6, 2019 by Passenger B ©
Artwork via the Elore Webpage
