Virgo eats Fish under the Sun- A Poem

dark heart

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I am a drop of Virgin water, just about to drip.
Hanging from the 29th story of the 12th house.
Looking down I can see everything through the pitch black void.
A fire inferno is below me, this is the only direction.
My wet fingers are slippery,
clinging onto this existence nobody else wanted.
I am 26,000 years old - life has been alright in all it's many forms.
Now I am letting go.
My liquid body quivers violently as I plunge day by day.
The heat is becoming unbearable.
My molecules evaporate on the way down,
and a strong wind tips the scales in the 1st house,
scattering my soggy ashes 360 degrees.
Upon impact I realize that there is nothing left of me.
Steam blown away in the dirty wind.
A thought, an action, a memory.
 
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