Soft feathers rip through the reflected city lights
A bowl of blue gone dark with old blood
A concealment of choices unmade
Shivers, needle sharp
Soft flesh yielding to oblivion
Shining remnants
Flash caught the light
Specks of existence melting
And depths are beckoning
The blade drinks
Dawn’s brightness
Day drinks the night
And nothing now matters

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