Letters of digital phrases
from across a town covered in waste
Reluctantly answered
But without much merit to the words
There once were physical bounds
like a protuberance wrapped around
the Earth's magnetosphere
Erased by the cold of the vacuum I ran to
I covered our bed
one last time with leaves
of angel's trumpet
Harvested what's left
And then she took it all,
decided to swallow whole
the flowers I gave for her birthday
and she sunk into the bed, never to surface from the petals
She slept with so many
But did she love any
of the intimacy
that I offered plenty
She's gone now
I let go of her hand
when I pushed her face into
the purplish yellow husks of our dead affection
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