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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.

 

Unbound Editor

 

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