"THE RADIATING RED ENDS HER ARID DEMISE."
A stone is not so easily touched.
Murmurs of motion evoke something deep within
the layers of hardened earth.
An explosion of gravity erupts in the pit but
it will not show.
It will not grow into a thing;
an entity of it’s own
until it cannot be denied
when it’s alert and alive.
There are rules about passion
in a stone of that size.
The skin is shattered and the something breaks forth
in the form of liquid, seasoned with salt.
It drips down the edge
where the two lips part
when the radiating red
ends her arid demise.
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