in need of an anchor, i found what sunk me…

‘the dubious monster’

a few points raised by the unhappy mistress

as her blue eyes shone

so cerebral in their collapse:

it’s a shameful ruin,

the dubious monster,

whose death escapes

within its very arms.

gently i reached into my pocket

and between silence and dream

chose a purpled palm of light.

so i see.

returning the same

as you gave.

a vast nothing.

her tongue fixed on the faithful echo

of what she wished to be,

but wasn’t.

circumstance is like a stream,

carrying you away

into a larger body, waiting.

no expression betrayed us;

we are who we are.

there is something so degrading

to be found in darkness

but like water, it cleanses.

her hand like bleeding silk

dismissed me

and with considerable effort

i pulled what remained of me

back between my arms.

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