Her presence in my life
dissolved and crumpled
like a sand castle on a beach,
I think love
—with some dodgy warmth about Her—
is always seeking a human way
to first maim and then kill you,
She seeks a suitable way
to slaughter you with a sweet smile,
while you feel your entire self
has become love,
To dump you into the pits
while you ride the cusp of Her wave.
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