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Weightless white floating flecks

Sweat rolling down my chest.

A ring of stone, a cone of wood

The only things, understood.

Transformation, freed through flame

Hopefully less, remains the same.

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On my back with mouth agape

Breathing made harder by her movements.

I do my best and swallow straight

Wanting nothing but to please my dentist.

Innocuous poison

Triggered

Blood turned black.

Happiness attacked

Saddened

Abandoned hopes.

Green Tulip canopy

Weathered hands cut a delicate pepper

Cicada orchestra.

Pink, soft, curving couch

Fresh brownies are tasted together

A spice that lingers.

In lonely silence

Swirling vultures strike

A feast for days.

Numbed by pain

Determination falters

Darkness seeps.

In crushing pause

Love surrounds me

Accepting breath.