Lachrymosial curls
Shiver within--

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Me
Into infinite slivers of
Individuated identities.
You break me.

Love has an embargo against me.
Forsaken, forgotten, forlorn--
My heart breaks for the sound of a lover’s sigh;
For the solemn pounding of a treasured heartbeat next to mine.

I'll never find sublime perfection
In the face of another;
The arcane whispers and smiles
Shared by soulmates are barred from my purview.

The divinity of a caress escapes me,
The sacred secret of a kiss refused me.
Love denies itself to me.

I stand alone,
Waiting for seafoam to tickle my toes.
Waiting for a love that will never be known.

Unsurprisingly, I'm numb.
I suppose it hasn't hit me;
Then again, I'm emotionally thrifty
When Death swings his scythe.

So many people weep and wail,
Their arms flailing
As they cry and rail
Against the All Powerful.

Yet, I am empty.
I've been to funerals aplenty,
And I'm indifferent.
Death is inevitable--it happens to us all.

For me, it means a feast of fried chicken
And lots of finger lickin'.

Caked,
Contoured,
Painted,
Photoshopped--

Perfection is
What Nature alone can never realize.

Elusive, you are.
Like a Tyrannosaurus Rex chasing a butterfly.

Destroyed.
By a mad dragon trapped in a rat maze.
Flailing, quaking, enraged,
You crumble.

Paroxysms of the galaxy
Ricochet throughout the universe;
Stars ripple and quake--
Combusting eternally,
Shattering melodically,
Spreading prismatic haloes.
Blindingly, blastingly, beautiful
Is the collapse of creation.

Glass eyes follow you around the room.
A cuckoo clock sounds midnight.
Terror fills you and you
Wake to shadows.