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This is for Christine.
Because we both like writing and words.
And because sometimes we both react like this.

O! My wailing heart! My quaking soul!
My wailing, quaking heart-soul!
Now the void of empty voidness opens before me
and is empty
like
my
soul.

O blackness! O darkness! O despair!
The sorrow of fifty billion apocalypses
rises like an army of seventy trillion skeletons,
each carrying a dying child
and weeping.
My soul screams – why?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
It howls despairingly like the despairing ghost of a despairing banshee.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why did I forget
to charge my phone?

And not just over our phones.

HT: How To Write Badly Well.