Your Vacuum Poem by babitha marina justin
Your Vacuum
my lips touched
the brim of death
I almost started
loving you
till you snuffed my fire
with your humanness
the black holes of your
self almost sucked me in.
propelled by desire
resisting your void
I survived, laughed
echoing Medusa’s ripples
welling from
cisterns of pain.
sorrow sustained me.
a moment of lightness
would have torn me
towards your inner vacuum -
the terror of love!
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4/30/2024 10:16:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written poetry. Ian