in black

 

indigo circles

carmine strips

a vortex of frozen black

sonic cardiac pace

swelling the nerves

 

it goes

hot to cold

undulating from the border

smashing at the center

 

swallow-suffocation

 

the ultimate suspending breath

struggling for escape

 

a final embrace

and he hangs

 

lying on the bed

light

again

the day

 

darkness has made its way

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