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contemporary credence is few and far between -

it isn't dissimilar to willingly letting someone chart across your resonating vascul with a nail and hammer;

the perfectionistic sculptor etching agony into tendered vessels

as if pain itself was its own medium of artistry,

a torturous inscription of ownership etched into metronomic heartache.

obsession becomes a stand-in for affection;

feverish jealousy twisted in scorn like ancient oak roots,

by nurture or nature- even mother's womb is ruled by man.

the acquisitive desire of a proprietor

is the opponent for a faithful custodian,

asphyxiated on the disruptive throttle of altruistic concern

rivalling the flatline hush of a tranquil deliverance

swallowed within flourishing decay.

a parting strays as far as open mouths-

smearing carmine grins onto cashmere sleeves,

exposing lips of pallor...as if each stanza that peruses the budded rental draws a metallic tang to its epicenter,

gnawing at thumbs to silence tongues

so you don't find yourself pleading with lethargy.

absences leave spaces for acquaintances to grow closer;

familiarity spills through the gaps as acidity drinks you down,

its persistent nag leeching at your beaten down protest,

influencing the influx of reflux that disagrees so affirmatively,

resigning ourselves to shared sick days, 

vacationing in a defeated retreat.