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Ottar Mar 2015
was part man part sky

the sky had fallen
chunks as large as
cars and red and black

pain ate at the voice, the
chords that made sound
all fell flat and silent

the fall was stopped by ground
startled eyes open
to look around
and dark-
ness swal-
lowed me like the ocean
does to the drowned


your hands held me and rolled me over
to see if breath was still in me,
and with it said your name

and the chill that
overcame me
was from the
cold side
of the
pillow
eyes opened on my, half empty bed

— The End —