Whenever and in whomever I die

There remains a trail as impermeable

As blood spewing from a wounded mouth

A film heedless in its application

But indelible against the clock’s

Carnivorous turnings.


There will be nothing left to fill me

Should your carnal absence

Deprive my sole occupation

All I have ever wanted

Can be surmised by the company kept

When there is no one around to witness.

In the dark I am always and never

God and monster, nightmare and aurora

A contradiction same as everyone else.

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I have been having a hard time writing lately,  as a result of overwhelming stress I think I have switched off or tuned out emotionally for the moment. Did I mention our car broke down again from another problem? We have no choice now but to buy another.