conceal the love
dress the fear
trespass my concrete facade

The lament of a soul in blessed ignorance bites through the coverlet
dispersing a fetid atmosphere within the goblet.

Drench me in the magic of sinister petulance
since my flaccid demeanour is holding me captive.

Captivated by insolence,
crude indulgence of a metamorphosis
foggy presumptions batter chores unattractive.

Foggy (daily prompt)

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