Void
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Calling out to an echo
that didn't come back.
Bleech white dark matter;
held aloft inside it--
drifting 
without direction.

A reflection tank;
of sorts;
her carburetor head burbles:
bubbles of thought escape her ears,
and float up ceaselessly.

Memorobilia of faces,
warped beyond recognition.
They play over and over 
like a broken record.

Whispered gibberings
whiz through the air
like swarming mosquitos
fleeting two and fro.

Splitting down the middle:
burning hot and freezing cold
on opposite hemispheres
of the body.

Just out of the corner of her eye
checkered patterns spiral down
slowly encroaching into her periferal
until she floats in a maddening sea
of distorting posphene currents.

She scrambles to collect her 
sanity
but it falls like sand between 
the rifts of her fingers.

How long had it been?
Years, seconds?

Eternally, unyielding
screaming, unending
spiralling, loving
forgetting, warm,
screaming, forgetting,
seeing, blindness,
screaming, helpless,
crying, screaming.

Reeling back with a gasp.
she gags on her own mind,
and suffocates 
until dead.
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