Embracing the Blast

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I think – sometimes
It would be kinder
To die in THE blast
Then to fade
Like the memory
Of your scent
Your strong hand
Coiled like copper
Around my skin

It would be kinder
If life failed
In an instant
Than to drain
Drip by electric drip
Dying synapse
Growing larger
In eternal darkness

It would be kinder
To lose myself
In the flash
Then to hold on
To fragments
That come and go
And go again
Into the void
Of living death
That steals your voice
The taste of your lips

It would be kinder
To die
By the bomb
Than to lose you
This way

©KMcGee – 2016

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