Descent

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Descend.

Slowly, your sweaty hands

slipped away from mine.

And in my fear / my shock

I did nothing.

I can still taste blood

where I bit my tongue

in an attempt to feel.

I will always be able

to picture your face / your green eyes

in my chaotic mind.

Watching your descent

made me / my hands / my heart

feel entirely numb,

and I will never be able

to go back,

I will never be able to

ascend.