53.

Outside, the streetlights
shine downward like passing thought's
interrogation.

52.

In need of a piece
of love, to suture up the
hole that was my heart.

51.

This massacre of
spent emotions, vomited
up and congealed.

50.

This demonstrative
love between, was nothing more
than a noose to him.

49.

The frozen still of
heart's orchestration, sifts through
my eyes like a sieve.

48.

Even an embraced
tyranny is still ruled
with totality.

47.

We sink together,
deep, into the abyss of
our emotions here.