Shipwrecked
The bed can be an ocean
the space between sheets
a shipwreck flanked by
floating debris
The
sinking
death
of you and me
posted by Iudex Yasha at 10:41 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
posted by Iudex Yasha at 10:41 PM
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