he was a passenger to the amygdala
vultures pick his rib cage clean.
the stringy bits of gore;
symbolic.
he cannot feel her.
he knows
that he will not
live long enough
to understand this.
proxima centauri on the gloss
of his eyes.
he prefers sleeping
he cannot feel her hand on his cheek
he has dreams of demons
he is never coming back
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