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.
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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