Negative Night Sky

little black dots on the edge of my
vision,
slowly growing wider til my legs give
out.
my mind’s been flying all night long,
red underneath my fingers.
movements blurred, don’t feel a thing.
chain link walls let water through,
erosion calms my goosebumps.
perfect shape tall and stick thin,
stands of hair that never end.
across the lines I dare to tread.
nothing triggers panic.
little light dots on the edge of my vision,
slowly getting smaller til my lungs give
out.
my true love, my heart’s desire.
true love’s kiss of death.

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