The unstable heat washes over me.
Falling liquid.
A slow drip inside the heart.
Hollowness looks up from deep within
Tries to convince me of it's necessity.
Warmth fades from my hands.
Furniture and silence.
I bathe in solitude.
Standing in shallow water.
The unstable heat hits my chest.
My legs are wet and the floor is filling up.
How divine, final goodbyes.
Hollowness still chatting away.
Humidity on the forearm.
Then it disappears,
registering that real feel.
The temperature of absence.
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