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1 min readJun 11, 2020
The mind stood alone isolated in the beyonds
Dull, dusted, dry, drenched from sweat, shivering
Cement filled chest, a spirit replaced with nothing
A body simply just its shell, sits still.
Staring, sitting, glaring, towards the unknown
Thoughts pulling the corpse into the ground
Tears failing to escape, a lump lingers in the throat
The head sinks into a bottomless pit, deep down, down, down.
Then stay for a while.
Gentle, dusty, dry, sweaty
The coffin is filled with stones and the spirit changes everything.
Body color is still alive.
Why not sit down
The idea is to move it to the ground.
It pours.
The head is melted by a hole into the bottom pit, deep deep down.