18/ The universe swerved when they met, shapes and songs transforming into Curses; her unspoken words went ghosting across the star-scarred onyx sky. Eyes, body, and mind lend her asymmetrical Identities; each opens into the zeroes he closes. He speaks in hemotoxic verse, splashing detailed flashes of randomized images across Meaningless vistas, vivid panoramic murals which (he informs her) symbolize nothing. The day’s shambles have scattered in shatterpieces around her, Lacerated by light. She sways in her senses, into and out of mattering. Every photograph he snapped renders her absence In shadow. When she was alive, he filled her up with death.
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