Serena Spinello
Futile Stirrings

Night arrives to violate me;
his oppresive cloak
suffocating

the inferno for which I lust.
Sterile lights refus
to be devoured

by my obsessions.
Pietry perished my vacant ventricle

will soon cease throbbing.
Unchaste urges assault me
seeking sanctuary.
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