dreamy departure, dilated aperture
relying on dusty lenses and broken film to see the light and the truth and the figure replacing my-- lover?
She is there in black and white--
feel Her breath on my neck (familiar) as i observe the white sunshine shining on Her colorless shoulders in a field of grey sunflowers
see Her smile, fleeting-- there, there, there, gone
within seconds, the world has shifted, extraterrestrial
vague recollected visions of her corpse, blood running out onto the concrete
can't remember when the world became so dull and barren of life
sterility-- a hospital (a morgue)
the delicate sunflower on the block of stone in my head, weighing down my skull
an object so lovely-- too beautiful to be real in fact
I notice a slanted cut at the base of the stem-- dead or dying
why do we like to drag the dead on leashes?
She is immortal
Her shadow is laughing--
at me?
YOU ARE READING
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عشوائيlame stream of consciousness thing (i have been writing about this nonexistent girl who i am somehow in love with or something who knows)
