Opaque clouds form a shallow crescent
Over the glass cave
She walked into his hilt
To starve with the bleeding wretch
For negative stars dash into her bath
Tumbling around mindlessly, filtering
Scarred on the screen, the kiss
Brought to light in the mist of the day
Crying for tears
Mumbling support, she lamented her acceptance
Unsheathing her word
One was an old friend, the other a sailor
Crawling along his length
To meet the warmth thus shed
Remembering and awaking…and passive
She promises to tell him the reason for the delay
Why she couldn't save him that day
Die with me
Starve
Tumble and remember
Aryl nocturnes
The battery is half past dead
The reason is lost
The day he died filters in with the sun
Burning yellow stripes across her hair.
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