Monday, 12 November 2018

black body

black body 

festering night; 
such a stench from 
the wound in the
steaming neon-slashed rain.
much has streamed astray,
in the way footsteps falter
following a falling star.
rue the night that
wrapped the day away,
and bid our souls slip down,
to beat upon the testament
of the damned. 

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