So grateful you did not delay
to rip placental tie with teeth,
and split the victim from the thief
‘fore vital stem cells seeped away.
Invoked the lien of hardened gene,
the traits I loathe with you did stay,
left fest’ring in your shallow sheath.
So grateful you did not delay.
It’s time the wraith like chords were cut,
first harvested from hips left-right,
‘neath solar plexus, pulled in tight,
deep sapphire slashed as clutched to gut.
Burnt twisted wire in violet fire
no longer feeds your glow’ring glut,
darkbound in blood and spliced in spite.
This time the wraith like chords are cut.