The albatross, she hangs desperately about his neck; delighting and smothering his senses
The weight of her coercion pulls him ever downward, into the depths of her eternal sky
He can’t bear to look away, for fear of forgetting; he won’t dare hold her gaze, for fear of forever
Choked by the thought of her, the strength of her grip, and bearing the rictus of delusional peace
His flesh rots, weaving through her skin and time and memory, as if to remake her with his sacrifice
She sings so only he can hear, a siren for the shoal; providence for his madness, damnation for his soul
The albatross, she won’t release him; the albatross, he can’t set her free
art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński
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