Swelling and subsiding orange glow
Swelling like a blossoming flower
It throbs softly, pulsating like a flesh wound.
The pain isn’t come yet
As it steals over like a gossamer cowl
Over his bowed head.
Eyelids droop in pleasant stupor
Head weaves slightly drunkenly
Liquid light dims in black eyes’ island sheen.
It dips in and out quickening
Into the flesh, into the bone,
Into the gut as it helps itself to some Life.
Bright flashes in the boy’s head
Chunks of soul break loose
Crash and smoke like wilted leaves.
Dipping in, dipping deeper
Sharp red softens to orange
It picks him between two fingers
And sucks his earthy grit flavor into blackness.
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