the Purgatory of a Broken Heart

Fall into the abysmal depths

Mutual recognition of dysregulation should not be mistaken for intimacy.

Two mirrors reflect back infinity.

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.

If I’m always the strong one, I never have to find out what happens when I’m not.

The current pattern is not mysterious. It’s continuity.

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.