14. Halo Smoke (Ebony)

Crisp boulders trapped neatly beneath him,
Grey tons cracked under ebony skin of stone.
His wires burried in tongues, burried in her skulls//
...//it's skins.

 
The worlds he had...

 
________________________ ....................
|She woke outside of night.......... ....................
|Felt her own breath caught........ .....................
|In her own chest............................ ....................
|Hairs crippling down her neck.... ....................
|And she listened to the song,..... ....................
|Until the very end......................... ....................
________________________ ....................

 
Held under by it's fist, an involuntary intake of blood wept down her throat,
Tattoos strangled by the dark clouds of halo's strange taste in her air.
Her life was a correction made by direction, the destination was wired...
To the blackest of circles.

 
...dah eh sdlrow ehT

The End

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