
Hollow on the inside
You describe the outline of love with precision
Its rotting carcass heaped at your door
Even in this world of beauty
You tug the hemline of dread
It’s not of you to leave
The cycle of your own making
Pushing death to the surface
A new Daisy for the sunshine
Clinging fuels your hunger
So you hack off another limb
Standing and leaving too simple a solution