Abyss

after Jean Rhys
by Jessica Popeski


The man I spend
every second
with, except
when showering,
the man who
keeps me not
dead frightened
of life, is leaving
me, for two weeks,
suspended over
a dark and horrible
abyss – the abyss
of absolute loss
of self-control.

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