Monochrome

Numbness in black, veil of ache, cold blanket of a lonely hole drawn over your head. We kneel at the horizon, throwing light into the void, waiting, watching for penetration, saturation, a tear in the fabric that snatched you when you ran too hard, too near. The fearless passion which traps and blinds you is going to be your salvation; every hue of love holds its breath for you.

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