2. Every Face Is Hers

We lay below these broken bedclothes,
Our backs are facing because you “said so”
The empty glass sits on the bedside,
Now I’m upright in my sorrow…
 
Dry eyes held shut,
With white tears in the sun.
 
It’s just before dawn and it’s the darkest hour,
I am making no friends in this sinking ship.
 
My only luxury is lakes of grey.
I look at you, and you glisten like the sun in the sky,
Still asleep, but just like the sun in the sky,
I lie awake, with you by my side,
But when you grow cold its where the moon resides.
 
 
I struggle out of bed and into my clothes,
Mornings of dew, heart like a stone,
The empty glass shatters on the floor,
Where my feet are, bloody and cold.
 
Dry eyes held shut,
With white tears in the sun.

The End

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