Close Your Eyes

Feel the wind

Of the sun

Flowing like

Blood.


The dent

The poor poor dent

The pole’s poor dent

Rising like the last beat

Of a deadening heartbeat.


My dent

My dent cries

Cries like a watch with no face

Hands moving rapidly

Rapidly red

Rapidly wishing

For more time.


I cry

I cry like a fish on steroids

Swimming with decapitated arms

With no room

For anymore.


Feel the swing

Your stomach’s swing

Searching for a place

To cease to exist.

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