Reverse (Anger)

It cannot be the same, she waits in the one
While the other moans in the hole, in the floor, in the wall
In and out, himself between them stands empty
Holding out his hands to both, now screaming

As the shouting grows and grows, louder and louder
With spaces of the same open silence
Yet watches on the edge of it as if she were
Not to be pulled in a hand could stop him

He is angry, his face grows as if the moon rose
Of black light darkening as if life were black
It is black, it is an open hole of horror of nothing as if
As if not enough, there is nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Gabrielle Aplin
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