history nourishes broken swings while lovers
bring gifts of cut-out, disposable
hearts to walk, scissors in hand with this army
to win the battle of love but
lovers never win and blue skies often rot into a
reprehensible burial ground of paper mached souls
from the funeral, weeping willows walk through
labyrinths, lanterns-lit, just enough to glow pale
flesh to hope, but leaving stomachs clenched for earth-
quakes. they shuffle with blistered palms
until two meet with incompatible motives in common
brows and begin to cook this raw creation. anchors
drop as they breath water into wordless cups
voices learn to drink the tears. trades made of
cleavers for touches, until time's stare brings
the slaughter,
bleeding the slits from each other's wrists
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