Ashes to shingle
Over chimney fire
Where the moonlight
Mingles with lamplight
All the while
We waste our heavy hands
Clinging to driveways
Lifted by a frost
Underneath this
Grand, mass exodus
Of cars
Our heavy hands will rust
And break down into dust
Swear to God
When we were young
Where half-light hit
We saw you in the Sun
We could see
Your eyes of stone
When you told us
We’d always be alone
Pulling my face close to yours
To show me blood, dripping from your pores
If you could bite my face off, you know you would
The stench of something dead
Is mixed with perfume that bled
From your limbs onto the hardwood
Fighting the dark
With the fierceness of a fire
Burning ten loose leafs
Attaching words and wire
With heat and silhouettes
When we find you
Ashes work to
Bury you away…
Bury you away.
Swear to God
When we were young
Where half-light hit
We saw you in the Sun
We could see
Your eyes of stone
When you told us
We’d always be alone
For sanity’s sake, I’ll keep her hid
In a mason jar like when we were kids
In a mass burial of insect kind
If someone finds out and breaks the seal
The mason jar will surely reveal
The dampened spark connecting her thoughts to mine

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