Flesh and Release

Leaning into the evenings
darkness grows in the cold.

Desolate skies spread black
as they swallow the world.

Short needlepoints of light
cut through flesh and release,

tired memories of the sunday
and a loving warmth,

repeating this night as
was done before and before.

Leaning into the evenings
darkness grows in the cold.

Short needlepoints of light
cut through flesh and release.

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