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