Wilt


She loves 

but for a day or two,

loves those who wilt 

upon her will

who fall in  rank upon her scent

she laughs

at their undoing

proving what?

within their deaths

 she rests

in a mirage of grass blades

and so,

she too loses

 reason ,

 sanity

their lives undone-

her undoing 

on concrete 

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