Curse of the Void's Husband
By Bruce Boston
27 June 2005
The sparkling surface
of her personality
has become a lattice
to his familiarity.
Beyond the lattice
a vacuum that devours
all it surveys with
aimless abandon.
He is swirled downward,
limbs outstretched,
a helpless crucifixion
on her hollow night.
And every time
he tries to cry out,
she swallows his voice
like everything else.
She leaves him mute
and forever falling
through the infinite space
of her vacuous embrace.
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