JusJoJan the 12th – Skull

My love lives on skull island,
where roses grow from bony sockets
and children draw faces in caves
where their ancestors lay.

No trees grow on skull island;
only grey rocks, flat and colourless as the sky above
with its eternal cloud cover, threatens
but never gifts rain.

My dear lives on skull island,
damned to rule over sinless children
growing roses as penance
for my death.
JJJ 2016

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