the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

When everything has already been said, and metabolized, the body doesn’t brace any longer, there is no pull forward.

Only neutrality remains . But the body remembers, what the mind forgets.

It’s not something you can control, but you can better coordinate intentional entry and safe exit.

The time you spend inside should always be your choice.

A shade nocturnal in the midnight court.

Obsidian chains making sinister music as the procession approaches from the rear.

After issuing countless condemnations, she grows bored.

Finally, her eyes gently close as she drifts into picturesque reverie.

A clean disappearance without defensiveness.
Impact without seduction.
Power without posture.

No justification and no looking back. I withdraw the self, leaving altered perception behind.

A disciplined choice.