The ninth, a sign
between rhythms
of lunar moons
Cries between
blood spatter
art falling to
the misty tiles
electric blue
room,consuming
flames firing
that tick, tick
Beat of an
anxious heart
a deep breath
and a muffled
whisper, falling
blade, metal
clank and fluid
runs down the
steal to drop
at last breath
compulsions
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