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Get me up out of this hell-haunted frost'
She thought as her dead leaves stocked
Her roots stretched past the basement man cave
Hybridized with the concrete
Weaved with drywall and polyvinyl chloride
Soldered to washers, welded to dryers
He kept his prize in a candlelit safehouse
And when company came she was moved to a plexiglass display

Gorgeous and unwillingly cuffed, under that pig-friendly sneezeguard
Still he impeded her leap like the lingering of winter
Keeping her jump bound in a vault
This careful, cryptic grace is devoid of connection
She'd rather burn in childish exuberance
No matter how embarrassing
If only, but appearances must be maintained for her children's sake
For church and orwellian state
The wail of a solitarily confined extrovert is impossible to articulate
Like a new wavelength or a nightmare

Attempts to voice her wholehearted convictions
They were swatted by his brutish buffoons
Arrogant cheers of chimp-savvy, tabletop dominion
In every sip of wine she'd die a little inside
This roast is exquisite', i'd humbly remark 'the salmon'; 'so fresh' and 'cooked to Perfection'
Sure i'd fall victim to her glance
More covertly interrogative than suspicious
Though nonetheless perfectly socially obligatory
O! peacocks of hera, pray i be seen as a modest anomaly
Pray her instincts don't assign me to the ranks of ungrateful beta baboons
And pitiless swine after the guests would leave, they'd climb into a king-sized Divider
And as night died she'd lie awake on her side
By daybreak he'd champion through majestic horizons

A potbelly potted in a black audi a4
In his absence, her heart would wander through spectra of youthful folly and plastic Porn kingdoms
O! glory to thee! cattle-fed, poolboy adonis
Join her in dishonesty for an afternoon in olympia
Though only a crass abstraction
Da vinci sketched her a phallic scaffold; born and bred in athens
No she'd never be so selfish in action

It hurt her enough in fantasy for the 'self'
No matter how beautiful and useful
Is still profoundly illusory and hers
Would be lost among the hydrangeas and salvias
Amongst the plotted moss
And thoughtful blocks a solemn botanist
Engulfed in cell walls
A loyal defeatist adhered to drosera
Tethered to honey-soaked ganglia
Retiring to a cruel spring's sundew dying.

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