this exoskeleton has grown so rigid,
so impossibly stubborn that it can not be maneuvered!
suffocation(and therefore death;
it
typically,naturally follows)is imminent.
we've no choice now
but to wait
for the darkness.
ii. and then?
cracking,along the spine.
wallpaperskin begins to peel,to curl
away from the soft pink underneath.
a wiggling finger,a vibrating toe.
darkness has not yet
won.
iii. something like?
rejuvenation. rekindling.
arduous symphonies sing of the
rediscovered tombs
from days past,
glorify the freedom felt and
understood from
sarcophagi which were too small for
the most compact of
bodies.
iv. but after?
a touch. a kiss. a flittering
of lashes against
dewey skin.
like enzymes and substrates,
locking and keying,
exhausted bodies collapse
onto one another,
fueled and masked by the
laborious breathing
of lungs and diaphragm
grappling desperately for oxygen.
v. and all for?
a moment.
that moment.
unification, completeness.
press closer, harder,
but to no avail,
for even "together"
is never quite
close enough
for me.
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