~not a thing

I was the lightning painted on your face,

  you the stigmata bleeding from my palms

that red blood pulsating

    under the eclipse of a Blood moon

 

Such intense wanting of a shadow

    me, busy pulling you into the light

  you, so disinterested

 

 You were my own creation

   never existing, like a rainbow in the dark

 

Weren’t we something?

    Not a thing at all.,,,.nothing

 

My own wings dropping feathers down my spine

   with each exhale

 

      How human we are…exquisite

 

 

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