How Much Do I Still Love You? Poem by Phenomenal Giftson Asunluya

Love.
How much do I still love you?
How do I employ doctorated words to hemorrhage poetry?
Or to coagulate its representation of life.


Within my anticoagulated diction
quietly kidnapped and clotted
as I earnestly conjugate predestination
I only engrave in the cruelty of my own words If not comprehended as fabricated fiction

The truth of a fallen beat if not flatten without being decomposed is the recomposition of its premature vascular contractility

Wherefore have I emanated with doctorated words to hemolyze literature?