Last night, I woke up and saw you again
Suspended, as you so often are
Three feet above me
Staring down and simmering
Fingers wet and glistening
Your eyes static and void
You part your lips, and all at once, I'm filled with a vast sense of space and incredible saturation
Bestial pangs paired with syrupy weightlessness
My body floating up slowly towards your beckoning fingers
I thought we promised to be honest with each other...
When were you going to tell me you'd become the reaper?
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