That Cough will be Your Undoing

Rotate on cue on the axis of the moon-
And no, she'll never be well enough
To marry off to your son.

She's just another inmate in her prime.
Relax, she left her shank under her mattress.

Remember of your paradise in that
Sing-song voice that made you kneel.
She was, after all, your first love.

Blue boy, so little, you're such a kid.
Reclaim your right as a man.
She's just a parasite.
Honestly- what are you doing?

Recreate that memory.
Take her by the hand.
Give her some empty promises.

Remain in this distasteful land,
set her free and keep faith.
Tie your own chains tighter.
But oh-
Will she ever be well enough?