Supernatural
Lilith fills the room
with absence.
A silent propagator of
Haunting brilliance.
Her unorthodox maternity:
Her wilful deviance.
Quotidian thrills encountering
Deathly pleasure:
harsh.
In buildings abounding
with nothing
But meagre, scarce and
sparse.
A clotted decaying
vibrance
Of the office block
Alive with a melancholy
decadence
against the ticking
of a clock.
The walls a creep with
violence
And a rush of rotting
love
A forest tree falls
over
Or has it?
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