Zero gravity

fetal position

spinning spinning


Rope suspended before me

grab grab

lose lose

Losing it

Let me feel lost

to fall into deep space

Sadness, becoming one

swallowed in darkness,

so that I too can become

a velvet night curtain for another’s light

To be dim and silent


legs held by dark matter

fingertips pulled by moon rings

Ripping me in half

just at the waistline

Sensation of burning ice

and a crescendo of bubbles

catching light

from the nearest stars

Before bursting in a wink

Maybe someone saw

and wept tears that left me

to be happily torn apart


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