When she stares me down
amid those
dagger
eyes,
in-that-deathly-gawk.
When she mumbles
beneath-her-teeth.
When she separates
love-from-herself
and
love-from-me.
This is
when
I am
most
alone.
The speechless
corridor is full
and the air
is solid.
I inaudibly
wheeze
my
prayer;
of
devotion,
in this
my
intimate
solitude.
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