Abyss / New Born
Now fading Touch turning into fingers melting into skin Burning through flesh Marking our bodies … like ash traces like sod from The Spreading Fire Transitioning Going, going, gone I have only just begun Oh how sorrowful and exciting this parting Sounds of tears and snorts coming from my right As we sigh our goodbyes visually impaired Am I mist clouding my insides blurring vision blocking out .. preventing me…