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the lingering

I feel something
I do, I do

the comfort in the ache
salting the cut of my lip
the blood and her drip
�
sleepless nights
atoned and attested
the trials
tying me in knots
�
held captive
allowed only
to swing from her gallows
her hallows of eve
as hollow as they seem
�
and I see thru the blackness
nothingness
blinded by the barren brush
as the breeze blows
her winter's snow
�
and I am cold
so very cold
a weathering rock of stone
with frozen crystals as my bones
and never, never
have I felt so all alone
�
a breach in the existence of time
unable to speak
unable to reach
silenced, drown
in invisibility
lingering
in lifeless remnants of blue