Poetry: Your Dead Horizon

Cold cloak chills
my aged bones it
belies
those crimson eyes
those smoldering orbs
those smoking windows
of despair

and yet
I draw closer
I capitulate
I accede
in the knowing
of what is
and what was
and what will
never be

with one touch I’m
asphyxiated
emasculated
entombed

my ashes
barely glancing
your frozen ground
your dead horizon
your nuclear dust
before they are
pulverized and
obliterated
behind the echo
of your
terrifying laugh.

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