murked.
ribbon running down my spine
unzipped silently,
as in deep space,
black holed and inversed.
the teeth slid apart effortlessly
falling to the sides,
as in a dream.
step out and wait.
fingers traced constellations
across the ceiling,
perfectly cleared river black skies
suspended above the mattress.
madly losing steam and desire to write.
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