she is as close
as she can be to you,
but feels so distant.
you slipped slowly through her layers, like quicksand,
to her warm core.
you lie within her heart,
her soul, her body,
submerged in her.
your eyes cloud,
your fingers brush damp skin,
so pale, cold, and translucent.
cold sweat and
hot tears mix;
your heart bleeds
when your eyes flutter open
to her bloodshed,
past and present.
though physically
her void is full of you,
to her, she has instead
swallowed you into her darkness—
valiantly, you tried, but failed,
to bring her to the light,
to bring the light to her.
this
is everybody's final turn.
if nobody wins,
the game is over.