Casualty in Progress
by Holly Day
Swinging, low angle, I'm drawn into her orbit
I breathe the dust of dying stars
We collide like asteroids on the grease-spotted pavement
arms like clubs buffet the solar winds as we
drift like astronauts into the empty car park
and street lights flicker white nova then die.
my mind driven wild by horizonless nights
an eternity screams from deep in my head
as she turns around and around in the maelstrom of me.
her elbows and knees dent the hood of a car
'til she floats to a stop, eyes reflecting the stars
in pools of deep space, black holes trapped in her head.
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