There will no witnesses to your
unspeakable crimes, not even me,
as I wait–blind and mute–for you
to become shadow and fill the corners
with your black essence, the slow drip
of your voice like a murderous stream
I wade into against my will, lower myself,
and open my lungs to smiling oblivion.

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