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Precognitive Casualty
&
Pixi
"Have you written anything lately?"
You half mockingly say, as you encircle me.
I study the terror filled blank page
laying tantalizingly before me.
I silently shrug as I achingly loathe the intrusion
of your caveman heavy steps
around my cocoon.
My naked vulnerable rabbits den
your foxhound voice somehow found it's way in.
You eye your prey as you pace
stirring the stale air
as I with my madness
attempting to will you away.
PENSTROKE_____________
None again.
My jumbled thoughts collide chaotically
as I dot another minute of time sparingly.
You laugh! Laugh- Blink
"Awe, what's wrong?" You stare.
As a confused puppy dog- Wolf forming
Bite, Bite, Nip-
You taste me into nothing.
Wasting away in your presence.
Crow Laugh- snicker.
You take a seat in the corner.
Apparently bored with the feast
you found lacking.
Pick up a book,
And dissolve into nothing-
But a piece in the blackness of my mind.
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