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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required As the darkness reaching out for the darkness, her black scalpel eyes met mine across the crushing divide of a revelling throng. The amateur axe band strangled a bargain basement hard rock song, born of a talent cremated at birth, deservedly consigned to ashen oblivion. Her prurient, feral crimson gown bore precipitous neckline plunging down, stopping some small distance short of her succulent, perfect navel I imagine. As if the marble finger of an ancient god of dreams had stabbed the "mute" on some cosmic remote control, the squeals and howls of wolverine party animals, the blackboard screech of lousy rock and roll, cut abruptly out of frame. Silence kissed my eardrums with lips like sudden death, I hardly drew a solitary breath, only stared, locked upon the twin abyss' of her black hole pupils, ebony irises, feeling myself magnetically reeled and reeling in. Electrical conductivity skittered epileptically about my palpitating heart; a faulty blue laser skipping and sliding upon a scratched cigarette-burned CD. Damned screaming skulls and "Auld Lang Syne" despotism jump-started this momentary glitch in time's fabric. Harsh trespass of cacophony, acute and violent, aural assault and battery exploded on this reverie. And in a sea of human chains, a soup of sweating limbs and torsos, of shattered silence, she was gone. As arcane ditties were ritually slaughtered on a Stratocaster, my flesh turned the dying colour and texture of sickly alabaster. I was drunk, weeping, mourning, insane, aware I would never see her again. The night solidified, a fortress of granite, folding batwing walls, shutting me out of it's embrace; alone in a darker place; spelling it out in starkest script: I would never taste her flesh, kiss her lips or touch her face. I wondered if she felt the same loss, the grief, hollow desolation, writhing, burning, cruelly denied, in Hell; bludgeoned by the ironic, knowing the highways we walk upon this earth were cursed to eternally be parallel...
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