Sliding through the gaping door, a darkness filled with languor.
Infinity stretches is every direction, embracing me warmly at my eviction.
Lulling me like he did so tender, the silence pressuring with ardour.
Ever tempted to fall to its deception, and cease my endless, mournful abjection.
Noir melts into starry space, creating a sparkling lattice.
Cosmic silence calls out with his voice, apologetic for his hurtful choice.
Earth floats below my feet in endless motions, my feet leaving ripples in the azure oceans.
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Sean Selleck
Hobby writer with a love for genre fiction, focussing on prose and scripts with the occasional dabble in poetry.
You can find my science fiction novella here: The Final Directive.
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