Paradise Black

With a kiss, show it to the end.
In the cold wind, salt is trying now
or was, but the rain has come

slamming like the time or two
she felt so swollen, reddened
the aching with solitude. Went

searching through space better
forgotten–Mortality stays transparent
this way. She won’t wake him

come morning, just wait through
the orange glow, listen to his chest caving, her name falling apart…

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