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When the day is gone,
There is no more light,

You are all and not.
I entered this unity
believing that the love would
last until the toe tags were stuck on.
Maybe even longer if the
Love were true on both ends.

But I was wrong,
now, only one tag has been stuck
on one toe and yet
the love still grows
and the same love still lingers.

There is no tag on the
second toe and that love is the love
that dies. That love is the love that moves
on looking for anew leaving behind the vow and
memorie created by the last.

Pain,
Pain and guilt is all that has been
on the toe tag for the one left behind.


.
I hear nothing,
I see everything,
and yet,
all I feel is static.

Nothing,
absolutely nothing, makes sense
or has the same meaning
from one moment to another.

Fear,
Anger,
Mock,
is around every corner it seems.

Confusion,
Greif,
Ache,
eventually numbness sets in
and the blood begins to seep.

People fill the room and
soon your eyes feel heavy.
The voices stop,
all but one.
The declaration has been made.
The label has been made.
Sedative begins to set and your body goes still.

The feeling still there,
every molecule every atom.
every slice and every stitch.

The label placed,
and perfectly stitched,
Aftercare is key love, it must not rip.

The nurse stagers over and hands you a mirror.
The restraints released.
Perfectly, permanently placed,
The label you will forever see.

— The End —