What Has Surfaced


Reach,
For something to reach.
Grasp,
But it is too vacant.
Dust,
Triggering the past.
Blood,
Had once existed.
A heart,
Now filled with demons.
Screams,
Are in bold but silent.
Black holes,
Surface close to home.
Black holes,
Untying laces.
Black holes,
Loosen your grip.
Tart,
Everything is bitter.
Reality,
Distorted, at loss.
Lastly,
Where there is moon,
Soon,
There will be sun.

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