Poetry · Writing

Blackout

Bleeding round trip in

spontaneous darkness.

Tragedy doesn’t strike

two nights in a row.

Loves finger tips dances

on the hair of my

bruised thighs.

Or was it loss.

The bulb flickers

passionately before

my pupils roll back.

 

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