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the ashes of memory blow into my eyes

i rub them,

with the fists of truth

(the fists of now!)

that darkness is back

aching

in the pit of my stomache

begging birth

swollen,

pushing its way out

(and i have no choice but to

let my fingertips cry)

with hair trailing in the stream

i give in

arms wide to accept

that advance

submission to the clouds

i disconnect

and look back into the mirror

but he isnt there

(why arnt you there?)

and as i turn away-

his arms are around me

strength stops my attempt

from running

breathing in

i draw my courage around me

like a cloak