Blunted Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Your tongue of once lavish sharpness -
Sepulchral,
The macabre and the allure
Melding,
Turned cold and blunted.

I do not know
If the night is as obscured as my heart
But deep within me,
I know my seas are tired
As my waves
Writhe from one breathing segment
Of the sea to the other
That anticipates the
Blithe clash of the sea
And its sediments.

The flustered winds
Recede into the mistral squalor,
The tailored tales,
The cajoles and the enticing screams
Skirmish through my vicinities:
I am a frozen pillar,
I have a stone for a heart.

Your lambasting
Has sculpted me into
A dagger:
Blunted,
Unyielding.