Under the weight of a thousand suns
We have contemplated the soft verges of river banks
And the dormant things that settle beneath them.
We are unforgiving and tormented by these
Creatures, so soft and subtle that they scurry from our lives
In a whirlwind of possibility. I am whole
When I think of you and the colours of your skin,
The echoes of moles surviving that sun, hung in the sky like a great luminous bulb swinging from a ceiling cracked and fragmented by time and
Coated in a frost of dust.
Your heart beats and the lights flicker, the floorboards shake
And the river continues to pump dark red
Poison into my mouth.

The End

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