she found him
in a field of night,
going deep into the abysmal.

not a motion,
not even lungs filled….
the dark so hungry,
devouring him
in his stilled pretense.

she smiled; said his name

he wanted trespass;
intrusion
and so sought
isolation for togetherness,
alone;
but yet the stone
would not
bleed.

so she mended him,
wounds
calloused.
ran fingers down
his back, over bone razed
with rantings, crazed
of wantings
and curled her hands
through his mind.. ... .

with a whisper
[only the slightest]
the wall cracked against
splayed obsidian,
crumbled,
for her to lay the pieces
inside her
self.. ..

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