broken wings

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This night has crumbled to the ground

I walk upon it and broken shards cut my feet

as you have cut my soul with your words.

I fall in ashes around the flames

badly broken, no longer whole

and you are to blame.

Bare to the bone, skinned from the outside in

you leave the knife on the floor

and pretend that the blood stains are invisible.

You shroud this thing called love

in veils of mourning black lace

all too pretty, all too painful.

You reach out in slumber

but I cringe at the touch

I want to tear away.

Moonlight streams around this wretched room

I know I should not stay

I look at broken feathers on the floor

I want to fly away.

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