The Void


Falling,
Fast, the air,
Slips between my fingers. I scream,
Pain and horror, my Me falls,
From me.
I become who Me is not, further,
From The Rebel, closer,
To The Dream.
Me is gone and She inhabits me.
"This is not right." I feel, as She lets him slide it off.
A stab, an expansion,
An opening,
For what is to come closer, to push,
Me away,
The Dream, She
Loved.
The Rebel was The Dream, until
Me became She.
The Rebel fell beneath The Dream,
Me fell beneath She, into
The Void.

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