eyes wide,
caught off guard
by how
blank
the sky
her face
his hands
too blank
to blink
back
any sort of
bravery
caught up
caught off
guard by
sudden chilling
nakedness
eyes white as
sunshine
blinding
blank
when i heard of you:
how your breath
went
—stolen
slick—
my hands clutched at
memories
too blurry
to even pin
down
on new paper
but
the blankness
is what i remember most
which
strange—i feel
small things
so
monuments
marked by
marble statues
solid, firm
but this?
this holds no
thing this
holds nothing
this holds
me soft
as i
quiet flesh
slip
by
still blank
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