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Nothing

There is nothing in this flowing

Feather pillows ripped open
Beaten against concrete walls
They flutter and twitter, giddy
In blankness

It is not gray nor black

I Dunk my head in buckets of 
crude oil. Take thick hopeful 
breaths

Why won't it take me?
Where is suffocation
Amidst this emptiness?

"Arise, son of destruction!
Be not at rest in this hour
Of End."

It is hollowness in a void

Standing, I let Black
Trails slowly cascade
Down my naked body

Over concaved collar
Bone. Across dark hard
Nipples

It is time.

Strike goes the match.
Crackle goes the phosphorus.
Humm goes the flame.

Nothingness burns.

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