Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed-out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of a rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow thw whole sea's pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
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From guest aaron (contact)
is this poem representing the moment when a person dies? the first stanza; the bruised, bloated, pail body second; i have no clue... third; the fly coming in to lay the maggots fourth stanza; the last heartbeat, the slowing blood, closed eyes? *One hollow the whole sea's pivot
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