The twisted black hole,
buried deep within my chest,
echos with the loss of you.
Shuddering, huge sobs resounding
through this empty cavity;
my punishment greater than life,
having to exist in limbo.
Pain twists into chambers,
bereft of any feelings.
Oxygenated emotions create
a chasm wider than death.
So little to look forward to
except total breakdown.
There must (surely) be a way
of speeding that process up.



laurie. 
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