They meet where silence burns the air,
The wine of stars pours molten fire,
A kiss collapses heaven there.
Hands trace the fault lines of the night,
The earth trembles under hidden thrones,
Their bodies tremor, edged with fright.
Echoes of angels dissolve in smoke,
Prayer folded into the blackened flesh,
Every whispered vow a broken yoke.
Ash falls like snow upon the dread,
The world unwinds in their embrace,
Nothing remains but what is dead.
Silent the cosmos, still the breath,
Each heart a furnace, each sigh a tomb,
All love consumed by shadowed death
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4 responses to “Bombs”
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Thank you so much Heather.
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