mourning whail of isis

I mourn my disrupted lover
ripped from my lips by treachery

wicked fate divides us apart in life

we must wind ourselves
down paths unknown to the world

and create our own laws

I assemble my lover’s flesh
and weep upon his passing spirit

I lay down upon his broken parts
his phallus cupped and shaped by my hand

I sink into him as he enters me
creating life in the death of our love

my tears exit my shell as his seed fills it anew

the whispers of new beginnings
grow inside my belly

and I am transformed

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