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Attempt to regain a former life;
company, danger,
excitement.
For hours we sat in experiment.
A single word of you could throw me back.
*
Attracted by danger,
by fear,
I saw them both
standing before me
together in one man.
A low-key torturor, dealer,
rapist and manipulator...
He took me under his wing,
sped me quick to his home.
*
Relax.
A waking sleep; he knows my eyes,
whispers to me of the sadness they hold,
takes me in his arms.
I think I hear compassion in his voice
as he asks me why,
why so sad?
I feel his fingers glide over my hair,
down my back.
Over and over.
He feels the fear in me as he asks
of my one great hurt.
*
Here there is danger,
echo of death.
Fear's footsteps pound the worn tarmac
where we now tread.
Darkness plays about us,
shadows toying with our minds.
I feel the blade in my hand,
soft,
click into place.
Out of sight.
Then slowly, oh,
so slowly,
spiralling up
together towards the skies,
quicker as the minutes move on,
blinding,
such beauty.
Overpowered,
overtaken...
A vast expanse of all I thought I knew -
when shrouded in darkness,
possesses such beauty.
*
Then,
silence.