Opening from my core
Allowing the river to flow
Tepid river, strands connect of silver
Vulnerability of creation
It starts with the trigger
Quiet – click
I
Press away
It
creeps forward
You must be mistaken
Please oh please
Turn away from the devil
The frame of reality tilts and drives into focus
Gloom and horror mix
Last one in all of eternity
Alone
You have survived before
So you can survive again
Surging pain that reminds
Of life
Permanence of the moment
Reality distorts as pulling away
Tries to protects
Torture of desolation
The ice sheets shear against the flesh
Frozen sheets, tapered spiderwebs
Closing from core stalled
Ride it out
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