final flurry

lazy disarray.  
energy’s ebbing.  the
afterglow’s over.
bold, dark like
open windows
at night,
your bright
eyes watched
my prone form.
there was a heat
from your gaze that
somehow became a sound:
it was the low, raw
rumble of it
that got me.
growling against
the monotone,
disrupting the protocol
and that damn
voice like a dial
tone, drowning.
lulled by lies
and somehow,
loving it?
chew the bones that
built this
life that’s leaving me.
final flurry spent.

Reviews

[Ruth]

This is awesome!
A great journey through the emotions love! Awesome word play too, I love it!
What a chaotic moment in a space of time!
xx