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Offering up the theft as a way of saying, “this is what I’m capable of”

Don’t cross me or you’ll spend the rest of daylight hanging from one

Enter the space love has left waiting

Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, or casualty of war,

Separate Adam’s rib. Attempt to remove the soul’s chamber.

Using yellow eyes, striking. Forked tongue lashing out at me.

Exhausted memories can’t sustain themselves.

I can change my mind but I can’t change my heart.

What has been taken must be returned

Before falls lessons learned, spin pastels in parallel

Bidding us farewell

Ringing in life’s perpetual burn, loneliness.

Lead me to follow another down the path

Of ambitious stones overturned.

A fatalist with a heart refusing to heal.

Grief in disbelief having no explanation

How life can continue without the benefit of a pulse.

Watch rivers of red and blue surge under tissue paper skin.

Living all this time with lack of vital signs.