Vagrant Siesta

A dalliance blooms and then decays.

Rupturing under scrutiny and profane.

Breaths held tight and shallow through the misty darkness of a sour reality.

Flesh left ravaged and broken so that the ghosts can suckle at the degradation.

An attempt at an exodus only brings a blinding,

burning void content to consume you.

The beacon once illuminated lays dim and broken.

As we caress our intentions in and out of a vagrant siesta…

a nomadic dream.

With halted salutations and gestures only defined as human .

With alien endeavors that pursue with a saunter shadowed after an omniscient watcher.

The notes it takes scatter amid the stars.

To be consumed by confusion and an empty truth coffer.



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