"A Swelling"

He crammed his fingers into me and promised me there was a God, And as he did, a fatal sorrow punctured me from within in a sort of serendipity, My eyes fell and never stopped, I knew that one day I would be dust, When he was finished he said that he loved me, and I never really was again. - Inspired byWładysław Podkowiński's painting "Ecstasy"