The Undying by Fariel Shafee

Dark necrotic flowers,

Tints of purple

Of bruises, the

Sickly ocher of

Decay on petals curled in

Pain.

They grew about the

Pond of

Desire along a single

Blood red rose

That I planted

When I shivered

Once.

The ripples, tarry black

Yet translucent, the floating

Moss like spongy stars, cannot

Obscure

What lies beneath,

Cannot

Completely

Eat up

That body

That does not

Perish

In the acid

Waves.

I wish I could

Just

Dive into the pool

Of sins and

Come out clean,

Kiss you before

I said goodbye,

Lay you with the dust,

But that water in the

Forbidden nook

Is way too dark to

Swim in.