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Drawing sunsets, already gone.

As blood falls from our hair.

Depressions kiss---in the fog.

Graves molder, the ground un-rested.

Chains soak heart muscles.

Pulling apart our skin, pulling apart our skin.

Our skin…

You’re beautiful.

Bleeding in the rib cage coffin.

My tears, beg your release.

But I am alone… alone… alone… alone.

No sunsets above.

No sunsets below.

Please, take me.

Widow burial.

Widow.

Widow burial.

Widow.

Widow burial.

Widow burial.