phantom thread

a poetry collection

spindled veins
tether like vines
outside the edge —
eternity lives
in the collision

into the sea —
salt my skin
and burn my bones

slow death —
inside the maw
of infinite water

stinging waves
of water and blood —
essence visible

night deepens
and bends time —
never will I lose
the tiny pieces
of my pin-stitched heart

over again
I’d walk that dark path
to the state of non-return
just to taste the beginning
one last time

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