Description
Grooved like rivers of age.
A conversation with finished lives.
The mouth is animated but unable to express words of love.
It’s receiving your pain instead.
Your gasps of finality.
Fuck, this is it.
Crushing bones are my coffin’s flowers.
Thrown down with such force it expects no impediment.
Bone to bone- a meeting of equal admiration.
Hello dust, my brother, my sister.
My genderless twin.
As we clash, as we touch weaknesses, we test our power.
Our entire reason for existing.
The last trial before returning to where we started.