constrict

Death

 

So many times
it'll be that fixation
leaving me torpid

 

Ever close to 
diminishing;
so frightening
are your eyes

 

I fear what could be
flickering beneath
      Eyes with s t ai n s
|  contort my heart to
| corrosiv    th–udding

 

Those eyes slip 
from your face
and lacerate my 
trembling hands

 

I can't touch your 
scattering manner,
leaving useless stains
on the wall behind
your dimming light

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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