Andy Kroll

Retrograde

Gather the shadows around me;

an embrace so familiar

it could be love.

Whisper into the folds of my darling shroud:

missing you is anathema.

Sleep, pull my eyelashes

down

to a tombstone

inscribed with my nom de plume.

Unshackle my bones to this black slumber,

 

I’ll wait for you

here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 94
Neptune

 

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