the fall #2

she took with her the feeling of desolation and unrealized hopes.
last time I saw her standing in her persephonesque’ish pose
by the door.

through the bottomless pitch black well of her eyes
I had a glimpse of a silent river through
the scaffolding of the seven levels of hell.

“please, don’t follow me. I’ll take a subway”, she said.

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