Courting the Night
Floating in a place unknown yet so familiar;
do not want to be here.
Time stops, taking its sweet time to start again.
The past has no significance and the future never happened;
though the present is so excruciatingly real.
Its warm and feels wet as it trickles down my body;
the colour of passion also means the end of mine.
Its getting darker,
shadows slowly becoming indistinguishable.
A couple of minutes and it will all be over;
peaceful release.














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