It’s like
my heart is wrapped
in the grasp
of a giant
whose hand
has been frozen to ice
I am more than thawed or lukewarm
I am ~boiling~, a volcano
behind unfazed ice
a match to a mountaintop
I can’t see through
it is a void within
black
thick with skull-crushing silence
like meditation
in cruelty rather than serenity
a perversion of all I love
Yet still it beats
each thud the pulse beneath a bruise
only the bruise is my love
and the thud is my breath
and the pulse is my entire being
My mind goes on
strong as before
My other loves
are not forgotten
They are not even
mildly effected
This one just dominated
my very soul
monopolized
Let her have it
crushed in her palm
never even noticed
I want her to
it’s always been hers
and it will always be hers
Author notes
This sensation which persists.
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