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The sunset sea. (Free verse) by darby pyn
A still night below the aurora borealis grasping at texture
in the pavement cracks. I feel the abscess inside growing.
something is wrong. falling faces console in echo I can feel
the reverberation sink through my skin and shake my bones.
each slap bends the moment and I drool acknowledgment
and slur my fallible remorse. transcending my worst
expectations beyond any social intercourse imagined.
itâs so cold. my head laying upon her closed knees.
I whisper sorry. she stares down. her eyes are
a beautiful green with a touch of yellow to illuminate
the jade mist. they are my only connection. slowly
my descent pulls me further away. I deny to myself
the gravity of my condition but I do know itâs severity.
I am finally cannibalized by my demons and their
hunger is insatiable. now is their harvest moon. time to yield
this rotten fruit and burn the orchard down to ash.
muffled sirens in the distance, frantic motion all around the
perimeter of my motionless body. opaque dim lights in my
eyes. itâs a flashlight. I canât hear you! I reply to his
moving lips and muted voice. itâs gett ing co ld er.
I am strapped, covered and carried into my
hearse / ambulance. my green eyed stranger
accompanies me. Iâm glad Iâm not alone. she squeezes
my hand tight but the feeling of her grip is loose and
losing sensation by the minute. I am stuck, and pumped.
I am crying. the angles of my surroundings are loosing
shape and becoming blurred. I am upon the sunset sea.
drifting above the stars to the port of my
declaration.
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