the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

This signal has weight.

I am no longer debating that. 🌊

Perceiving something.
Feeling following sensation.
Perception is altered before thought,
And then, we think to say…

Internally, there is movement, however, externally, little changes.

It appears, the exit ramps are not engaging.

Therefore, time loops indefinitely.

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.

On memory, fantasy, and the body’s refusal to stay in time.