Poem – “Her Cue to Cry” – Modern Romanticism – 1/11/2022

Sordid angel
stirs, before her coffin
is lowered
into the soil she bathed within,
dirtied upon the crying smile.

Caretake,
until she takes
water, to create the drought.
Her love dries,
while her life dies
beneath the stagnant moon.

Small pebble
dilated in the dark skies,
embraces her ocean,
pulls her up
for a moment more,
before letting go.

Scorned angel
weeps, signals her turn,
always her go.
Born to be the babe in the corner,
watching mothers turn their back.

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