Black Tendrils

Her black tendrils will hold me, shape me, holding me in place for the cosmos to judge me, her eyes will guide me, see beneath this death of skin, her hands will find me, rid me of this shell and take what’s remaining of my consicence and we, we will become one…

© elancharan

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