they are piercing me
out of a silicon face
a misted soul
a pea-sized heart
his rough jawline
tongue sizzled
and snapped
his words mean nothing
his everything was nothing.
but through a blinding nothingness
started two
sharply
oceanic blue
optimised doors -
those beautiful doors opening into a dark, and twisted soul..
they are piercing me
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Bethany Louise Rose
2014/15
