We were too tired to fight.
Too close to death to dig out of the cave
We'd holed up in.
We laid our limbs down,
Stacked upon each other
Like sticks for a fire.
And darling, we did burn,
Brighter in the cold and
Deeper in our hearts.
With our Oedipus hands
We took such sharp knives to each others eyes.
I thought we'd never learn to see again.
And when the devil's work was done,
The lull came.
It was such a terrible stillness,
Each of us weary and indifferent to movement.
Now the moon in all her lonely beauty watches us
As we still sit here,
In this darkness,
Eyes bleeding out and yearning to feel the morning,
Or just anything but this.
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