Untitled. Unfinished. Unfinishable.

Even the brightest stars die
Exploding outward
Over and out
Rain slick and
Steaming southern streets
Long after they have released
The sun’s last heat

Even the brightest stars die
Imploding inwards
Collapsing just like
A black hole
Which nothing will escape
Not even light
This time around

Inner light hemorrhaging
Angles and breaths
Drawn chaotic
And all too sharp
Following the path
Of an irregularly beating heart

You and I:
Did not create this world
Nor did we do a thing to deserve it
But here we are, chained earthbound
To this violent and rudderless world
Accelerant soaked and burning down

Now I write this for you:
Love letters to dead summers
Pages torn out from closed chapters
Love stories for
Ghost lovers singing
Silent songs carried
Across empty years
And barren deserts
Dried of their tears

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Untitled. Unfinished. Unfinishable.

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