Where death is a closer friend. You touched the door to the other side. The **** beckoned, like you didnβt expect. Your shadows gave you the key.
Itβs real. You know it better than most. The most real the idea has ever been. But you threw off the covers and pulled the needles from your veins. The visage came and went like our copies in the days sun.
It burned a hole in the fabric of us like a meteor in the heavens.
Skipping, dancing lines define alive, as if that could suffice. That bed made your last beat something to strive to prolong. A place to place your final wish.