her smile, a scythe in the darkness

as lavender
flashes
over a world
born of pain
the ripples
exaggerate
absurdity into
a sovereign
state of being

i longed to
roll over
pull her close
and sleep through
this agonizing
aura only to
find an emptiness
in the shape of
her beautiful
absence

a coercion of
crackling pain
thunderingthrough
the spaces between

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