Thursday, December 12, 2024

a storm in your eyes

filled with your own fury

you were a gem, lose it once

tell them how you went crazy

do it silence

your words will be of no use

that arrow in the mirrors whose pain you feel with every breath

you will revive it, every time you hit it, every time you touch it.

because that's who you are

storms cannot restore.

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 I gaze at you from behind snow-covered bars,   accompanied by my tearful prayers.