spaces empty

I am

 

seeing my

blood

crusted

splattered

dripping

welling

filling

up valleys

of wounds

of teeth

of nail

of joint

 

taking its place

is what I can’t see

less form

less tone

less shape

less texture

 

How should I call it?

 

I am

 

filling up

with siani

with bearing straights

with every

bermuda

 

I am

flooded by those

great black holes

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