Withering away into the decay of former love.

        Solace returned in a once porcelain tub.

Shards from spilled Scotch encompass the marble floor. 

Upon such very slab, Venus was borne.

With lost arms who will catch your fall?

The fall of man began when man first fell in love.

The same which birth our daughters 

In warm bloody waters.

Haunt me no more…

Hunt me no more.

© S E U Nx