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Thoughts drip from my mind as

globulous glassy fluids of emotion.

The curtains drawn,

the veil of love lifted and

bare truths litter the ground

at my feet.

Starry dreamlike flickers

each turned into glaring suns of acceptance;

the loss confounds me.

Amoebas shifting, pushing.

Meniscus pulls back each rush of liquid mess

my heart squeezes through new eyes

in its feeble attempt to fill the void

so glaringly obvious now 

with something, anything.

All sense of knowing lost.

The fabric of my undestanding

torn from under me.

As I fall 

Betrayal nudges the corners of realisation

but its too loud an echo to pay attention.

Not ready yet.

As the liquid marbles

load up and fire their last

passionate pleas for compassion

the reality knocks intently

I push to keep it out 

A long and useless fight.

Ameobas of pain Take me over.

Senseless,

nothing left to try.

I brace;

waiting for the tears to run dry...