Black Holes
the pretty picture
(puzzle pieces)
before complete,
too much was
missing. black
holes where the
beauty should be-
crumpled & tossed
where no one
could see. who
is looking? lacks
bring no sensations,
missing in action,
(no worry--no relation--)
i'm dreaming dreams
so full of hope, yet
wake surrounded by
the flesh of a snake.
squeeze me,
inhale the breath from
me- i smell death;
i refuse to see.
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