My back is broken.

Same as my heart.

Sleeping on the rocks,

under a sky without stars.

Walking alone,

under a new moon.


Cold company,

as we both cheat-

the dawn.

I wear your reflection

in my mind.

So at least remember

my name.

Soon my watch will stop.

The time will not come.

Until then,

can i find comfort,

in your strings,

your fingers,

and forked tongue?

You are fit for a king,

who’ll spit bitter truth,

in your face.

And if you forget,

what it was you gave me…

Sleep on rocks,

and bleed,

just to taste.


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