All things...
once thought
could...
would...
'be'
... done...
and
then...that.
Now
....nothing.
Broken glass scatters
across the floor
... barefoot.
Sacrificing her soles...
to get there.
He...
... turns away.
Crossing the line...
Once...
and again
...to swim
with a fish...
from a past dead sea.
Hooked...
Lied...
Sank her.
Washes up...
but is never clean.
Sun dries
...a heart dies.
Gasping...grasping...
Dead cold eyes.
The gull is picking his soul clean.
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