Wandering in the Abyss

Your hand is cold
You lead me to the chamber
Blue light fills the air
Reflecting off your lily dress
We walk wordless, deeper
Into the dark, shrinking
Smaller and smaller, until
We disappear in the blue abyss
The strands of your hair
Lay haphazardly along your shoulder
Black silky strands contrast
The white of your lily dress
In the distance I hear
The faint sound of morning cars
We follow the frozen stream

A Game of Chance

talking to the ghost
who speaks in tongues—
flames indulged
and torn in two
pulled down
among the darkness
from where I came
and where I’ll go
a game of chance—
you laugh in my face
as you drown
in the River Styx
the impact was red—
orange mixed with light
fallen in a cryptic grave
and saved for many lives
chatter, noise—
the pot boils over
and spills for the rats

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