Almost-Vespers
She comes, my Shiva,
Hellbent, cold metal teeth
Gnawing on a hospital bed,
Bleeding me with Sex,
Raping me with Death,
Leaving a broken man
Baying like a wolf-boy
Alone in a wilderness
Of shadows and ether,
Gasping for my breath
In the middling distances
Between black and white,
The grey vapor inhalation
Wheezing almost-vespers
She smothers with a kiss.
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