lost love's storm
by michael cahill
love drenched
with driving methane
saturn's my home
rotten poetic compulsion compels misery as i sit in wet sand wishing it were quick
endless deluge relentless whispers of your voice no no no know no no no nothing matters
tears have nothing to say no dispute just hiding rain silently searing my flesh
through the void of space beloved vacuum to a welcoming embrace of nil
i am the ruler of saturn and i declare war on my stupid self for believing in love
acidic flesh melting showers fall no end in sight
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