Enter darkness.

Your fingers were hexes but so clean

for you to pose my bones to fit around them.

I was emptied

like a dollhouse overturned by a child pretending

to escalate from a thunderstorm to a hurricane.

Exit darkness

Edit 2:

The darkness came.

Your fingers were hexes but so clean

for you to pose my bones to fit around them.

You emptied me like I was a dollhouse and

you were a child pretending to be a hurricane,

turning me upside down to make it real.

The darkness left.

Edit 3:

The darkness came.

Your fingers were hexes but so clean

for you to pose my bones to fit around them.

By you, I was emptied

like a dollhouse overturned by a child pretending

to be a hurricane.

The darkness left.

His fingers were hexes but so clean

to pose my bones to fit around them.

 

 

 

The darkness came. The darkness left.

 

The darkness did not match to what was inside of me.

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