My distant female, all is now a race
to that most bitter and calamitous end.
Spring is upon us and everything is in
preparation for life; but there is no future
now, the tears are spent, and the world
is pushed aside. The void within is
surging to its glory, only gravity keeps
me from falling, as I watch the fading
image of the sun burst with one last
agonising scream for life. Who is that
face looking back at me – that face in
the mirror? It’s changed out of all
recognition. On the outside I
smile, but I’m falling apart within.
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