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Two Knives

the sun is down, and so
it's time, but †
she says that she can't †
take them off †
we go inside, where †
the light is kind †
yet, still she shades †
where her eyes are. †
has what she's seen been so cruel †
that she wears knives for eyes †
she stares, in a defensive posture †
ready to shred everything †
offered, in front of her †
even my hand, half extended; †
i sense her tense-ness †
and i reach no further †
towards her danger. †
i pulled flowers from the yard †
broke their necks †
like a fowl for dinner †
-sacrifices, for potential smiles †
from her locked lips †
yet no exclamations possible †
for even simple beauties †

no trade, of acknowledgement †
her expressions are absent †
as if she's cut enough down †
all along, by herself †
i sew all of my poems †
into a kite †
string them with my history †
hopes that she will see †
how high, the loft, of my goals †
the purity, in my trying †
-times to make her less blind †
an abrupt glance, it is done †
she cuts this yarn of mine †
my kite, my life, ambition †
spins, swirls from cruelty †
away †
and out of sight †
no sun, tomorrow †
no morning, for light to herald †
she's locked it, away  
it only remains in the glare †
of her mirrored gazes †
reflecting back at me †
what was, and what will be †
no longer. †
~~~ †
Written by Styxian
Published | Edited 13th Oct 2022
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