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One will rise shrouded in blood,
And one will fall, lie dead in the mud;
A fight so fierce, a blade so sharp
Cannot pierce like tongue and harp;
Silver notes and crystal tears
In memories and shreds of years;
Lives so different, souls long maimed
In different people, still the same;
There is no light for their reunion
On this day, there will be no sun;
Different hearts until the end,
Into blood their love will rend.
Darkness BrokenI have walked through darkness deeper,
A never-ending night,
A starless swarm of black around me,
Darkness without light;
Places that fade hope to a memory,
And rob one of his sight,
In a world we struggle just to keep standing,
Yet in the end will cease to fight.
But I stand here now, alive, against it,
To light the way for you,
Survivor of the depths of darkness,
To ensure that you get through.
I will stumble often,
And my steps sometimes will falter,
I admit I've even fallen,
Under legs weaker than water,
But I will be your guiding light,
If it means I never leave that night.
In the CornersI am constantly pushed to the back,
I am the only one standing alone,
I make no impression, pass unnoticed,
A shadow, a ghost; invisible, unknown.
I am no one, nameless,
The thread of a ripped seam,
An outcast, a dirt smudge,
That mars their perfect dream.
I cannot speak aloud my words,
Though they hear nothing anyway,
I stand in silence, in shadowed corners,
While they rejoice the day.
A pair of eyes will turn to me,
The heart races as it yearns,
A smirk arises on their lips,
And without a word, they turn.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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