Devil for devil
changing one for another
their demons of death
shapeshifting the Gods of war
inside catacombs for skulls

boy ran to the fields
and saw how big the sky is
brother didn't see

boy ran to the fields
and fell towards the big sky
brother longs for him

boy ran to the fields
his brother chased after him
they ran forever

My mother
Vanished into a blackbird
Her song
Shattered
Her frailty on display

My arms turned to branches
But she did not land

She wasn't mine
She was never mine

Her answers
Mounted the wind beyond her wing-tips
The sky is wounded
Her daughters
Briefly turned to doves
To see her off

Now she is a deflowered figurine
Capsized & silent
A ornamental memory
An iridescent spark
In the pocket of my heart

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Oh my gosh!!!
the stories we have been telling,
relentless crockery
my best friend and me
"The wife and I"

For her to dance her dance again-
Pathetic fantasy falsely pestering
The painful peace forced to bear.

She danced and danced
Those she loved stood as witness.
Alas for me the dance...
Away.
Further.

She does dance her dance.

We are much more than the pain that is written in our past.