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A Commitment
My soul
she
sails
over the shells and stone,
the world you roam
and she sings of you,
casually, bleeds from her as bible from preacher.
In shadows of shared youth,
broken on tooth and tongue, and bitterness
she hums, softened by time,
though done
with those hues of rose and blind belief.
In the corridors of angels,
where only loyalty and dedication is currency
she accounts for her behaviour in lung and knows,
though there was no you,
she was clean.
In the wars she battled
inside,
where snow fell in sheets and sheets,
where once she was crippled alone,
she dances barefoot on a throne of old thorns
where the dust of those bones are chewed as if bread.
You, I imagine, walk,
stiff shouldered and
stiff insides,
borrowed from that short-loved, conjoined youth
more tightened tongue and tooth, as always was
unable to emote, in more than fleeting moments, second guesses,
what ifs.
she
sails
over the shells and stone,
the world you roam
and she sings of you,
casually, bleeds from her as bible from preacher.
In shadows of shared youth,
broken on tooth and tongue, and bitterness
she hums, softened by time,
though done
with those hues of rose and blind belief.
In the corridors of angels,
where only loyalty and dedication is currency
she accounts for her behaviour in lung and knows,
though there was no you,
she was clean.
In the wars she battled
inside,
where snow fell in sheets and sheets,
where once she was crippled alone,
she dances barefoot on a throne of old thorns
where the dust of those bones are chewed as if bread.
You, I imagine, walk,
stiff shouldered and
stiff insides,
borrowed from that short-loved, conjoined youth
more tightened tongue and tooth, as always was
unable to emote, in more than fleeting moments, second guesses,
what ifs.
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