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Cruel Cocoon

cruel
residual jewel
of
venomous emptiness—
in the dual mirror—

a visual temptress
stepping naked coming nearer;
you can’t hear her

spreading palm down on your chest
with pink painted fingernails
impaling, pulling off flesh

dressed by
applying strips of skin;
a dripping wet dress;
she’s trying on your unrest within

You are eyeless
this time;
timeless;
thoughts are not iris sought

eye lenses cocoon
each pupil’s stare
like they’re
moons marooned
on orbital islands
leaving behind sterile dunes
for the blind darkness to consume

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