It's an honest deception
That swallows us whole -
Calling us to ground
With stilled hand and grieving bone,
And in the sun,
Blue eyes split with gold -
In firefight,
Framed by pitch and madness.
Your smooth, curving vines
Burn in beats of quiet,
Galaxies between your words.
Call me nothing
But a name that pleases -
Blood, anguish, hero -
I'm not the savior you need -
Only the one you've got.
Worn scar-thin -
The exact moment
I'm dragged down and redeemed,
We choose our breath
As a world looks on in silence.
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Author:
CindyB (
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Comments1
You really do have a way with words, Cindy. Especially like "Galaxies between your words". If we could only read between the lines....
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