Scraps #2
- MCD
- Oct 7, 2016
- 1 min read
Their love was one of necessity.
They kept with each other so that when they burned their bridges, they had someone with them to watch the flames.
I think a lot about light
How I can only really mark its passage by its absence
How it changed, shining one moment and dwindling to nothing the next
How it could blind me by measure of too much or too little
I think a lot about love
I didn’t mean to hoard your affections but we beasts are bound by our nature
Back against the yard,
The wolf in black linen,
A ewe sheep’s promise turned into something ugly
A flicked comet grazes the air, an incandescent herald
The walls of Troy have fallen.
An empire destroyed by worship and betrayal,
I stand on the sinking parapets and watch as your last hairs brush through the gate
My own thoughts meant even my quiet moments had a knife edge
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