...But Nothing More
Along the
road
My thoughts
were being
Bravely
Raped.
Stolen
material
From my
guts.
Flowers,
Rings,
Bills of
old money;
Belongings
That owned
me
For so
long.
The relief
of nothingness…
Calm,
tender place
In which I
was able to discover
The most
beautiful self;
My own.
In betweenesses
Found my
dark creature
That could
only do me
No harm.
Kissed it.
Loved it.
Made it my
friend.
And nothing
more
Could split
My true self
From it.
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