rhythmically down the throat of some love-starved abyss.
The murky void of nothingness swallows in all that remains
of her in one hasty blow of unrelenting greed.
There is he. Thrilled by the shattered pieces, falling
like constellations imploded. Spat out. Made alien.
She treads clumsily on the infinite mirrored reflections
of a face that wears it’s dreamy expression on some salt-rasped
surface. I watch it all through these blood-shot telescopes.
Then sleep.
It's far away now.
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