To bring him back from black buildings
she has stolen away
every last ounce of pain he once felt
and swore on 6 cold comets passing
to never give it back
flat on her back...
releasing herself from the last flicker of this kingdom of candlelight
from behind closed lids
from her own warriors heart
as her broken wings cascade around her shoulders and fall to the floor
as the pine forest sways along with the tide
as a distant flock of stars despair through the sky
she erases every last moment
that flashes before her eyes
and so it goes.......
for love and for trauma
February
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