new overs

by mistersoto

evaporated
with rebuttal
his love
like being on dead watch
trace remains
white with heat
and non-existence
his vision
retracts
words spent
solidified
voiding his sense
of touch for
weeks to months
immobilised
like suddenly waking
and then to find
himself in the light
with a name
repeated on his
lips
over and over

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