holding down the sun

hands burn

first they’re flesh

then stone

then molten iron- resistance

the back pressure is never enough

im hungry

she devours me

rebirthing me

every second


push it down

hold it down

stop the sun

shoulders strain

monsieur meursault

knows my pain

if she wasn’t consuming me

what would i be?


core like nothing else

pure spirit- pure passion

trumpet of destruction

relentless- indefatigable

hands to her core- i squeeze

i eat her life

i come in deep like all the darkness

the one from the dream

she doesnt know where we’re going


feel her course through my body

final flare- lose my vessel

soul is bare

soul falls like ash

her shadow lives forever in me


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