Loss of Innocence

I am in a different world

midnight blue and deathly quiet—

sound already a distant memory.

I know I am drowning

though I can’t feel anything.

My vision a complex of multiple angles;

at once I can look down and see my hands

and in their palms the universe

—dusty stars and strange white flowers—

that I will soon belong to.

Another angle assumes my face

and on it a smile I don’t recognize

—full of mystery and terrifying wickedness–

soon I know will be nothing.

Already a stranger breaths for me.

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