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Batchelor Jun 2020
Awake, awaiting for your presence to bring a warm pulse shimmering in meaningful gazes.
"It's like you're my mirror. My mirror's staring back at me."

20th of February, 2018.
Batchelor Jun 2020
It has been a long time since the fires flitted across my mind.

Has passion simmered down, or am I just ashes, waiting to be reborn?
Or the Long Dark, once more?

20tth of February, 2018.
Batchelor Jun 2020
My own words

Clawed fiery tantrums

Across my contents of the breast


Her very presence

Kissed icy trails

Deep into tissue


She was the very essence of void

Drying up all my fiery wounds

Desiccating me into dust.
Hissing and losing power.

17th of February, 2018.
Batchelor Jun 2020
And with the persistence of silence


I turn to the previous chapters


And relive them once more.
Once more, once more.

16th of February, 2018.
Batchelor Jun 2020
With once forgotten sensuality


I kiss you again.
Put your head on my shoulder, after.

11th of February, 2018.
Batchelor Jun 2020
I wish this cold warmth of assurance could've been shared.

I hoped that you would've come along, as whole as you were.


((As thick as this lead is, my genuinity was for it all.))


But now, as thin and fading my writing becomes

I've become similar, with soul truly bare

And heart, flushed with actual sunlight.
Intermission between wake - sleep - dream - sleep - wake.

10th of February, 2018.
Batchelor Jun 2020
Neither one of us want to say goodbye

Now, I'll be looking you in the eye.


Narrow rivers of red trickle down my arm

Only tears stream down our faces, the knife digging deeper.


Oh, shrouded in grief we became.


Only a minute for us to breathe.


And time resumes, cloaked once again from perception.
Is this loss?

10th of February, 2018.
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