· poetry

They talk, like strangers in the night, exchanging

hollow words cast into iron coating; take a breath,

stand back in the bitter cold air as waves break

smashing into barriers and bleeding

into the shallow black sky; bruised.

Laughter slips

from their lips but joy

is skin deep in the lost.

Their mouths turn into iron-bar cells, for their tongues

trapping teeth, suppressing words, caging cost;

suck oxygen like truth and spew

lies like CO2.

We will see the light yet.


as it breaks across the horizon,


a new day hanging from her finger tips.

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