a bed of nails with a cactus pillow

there is a
blisteredserenity
in the transitive
state just before
falling asleep

where the mind
freeflows into a
meditative fugue
calling forth those
longburiedmemories

my last fluttering
thought of her smile
adeclarationofdamnation
as i sink downdowndown
into a helltinged void

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