Shards

Hands stain red with
yesterday’s thoughts,
Broken like glass to be

swept from the floor as
birds croon through the
window out of which I fell,

Calling out to love in
softest cries,
Everything, everything

marked with the same message,
Dripping with the malice
carried in weather,

Our song dragged in dark
winds,
Thick brumaire to be touched by

No one, nobody,
No one.

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