Did that really happen?
My forgetfulness is vivid.
She hid all black in satin
'til i tore it.
Fools jest,
Give in.

And there she sways,
And dare I say:
I think she's placed there all for me.

Some gruesome comedy.

Now
she's dressed in lace,
so
I don't bleed.
Nor do I need
this digit, ..see?
Let alone 10.

I have grown frigidly.

And even though it's knot-like,
I gaze back and don't regret
I stare and say "this is not life"
while I wake at near sunset.