life and reality, spiders
bite the ashy skin
fang venom enters
soft tissue turn to
hard vices, lies
and my own dying
motion picture memories
flickering project lights
still play your movie
You were always
that big screen star
You'll always be
my Ingrid Bergman
Projector lights flicker
into realms of
haunting nightmares
that I clam my own
I'd never bless, or
wish any of these
on any of you
Solar system aligns
once again to her
Both of you at
times still my
fond hiding place
favorite cave
to dwell in till
they're all gone
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