Dear *****,

New eyes
bright and without shade
no body
removed from head
floating above
this longing I keep in myself
keep to yourself
becoming strangers in a world obsolete
ash the only thing visible for days
bones in piles, blood turned brown
fluttering the eyelids
coiling the limbs
attempts at sleep
failure for feast
anorexia of the heart
this new delusion holds close
arms extended
not in reach
absent to the idea of safety
forfeit, disguised
leaving here
for good i hope
just prayer, not with words
those same eyes
haunted, infinite black
dust settles atop my skin
hollowed and worn
now who forgets who

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