Diagonals of dark abyss: the numbness of you
Slow, steady, surreptitious: rasps of jagged breath.
Convulsively now. For it may be over. Commemoration of Closure.
Abyss flames through.
Demented diagonals now fireworks of sharp, aching pain that begins in the pits. And ends right there too.
Like lava baptism,
burning yet purifying.
Whimpered, breathless, spasmodic sobbing.
Prostrating for forgiveness.
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