A Hug

How does one befriend the

people they've killed-

How does a murderer embrace

missing life?

The man who loathes death

lends himself first

to the greased-up cycle

of an other side myth.

How he cries his gut

when it never does digest;

How a star burns out

on a full moon's chest

Beside the chrysanthemums,

he too shrivels; the coffin-

hugs them tight.

Anger showers mightily

from the blue, of the night.

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-samjam

Shoutout to ms.sivjam (aka mysterybish) for helping with the edits :D

If y'all could leave feedback or your thoughts in the comments, I'd be delighted eee ok thanks for reading this far; toodles!