I.
Four spring silhouettes climb the salt kissed stairs
ahead of me
the ocean hugs my ankles
devours my toes
I step out of its safe grasps
into gusty chills.
The tall figure lurks along that grey-jagged wall
I approach
he approaches
quivering legs of a fawn
my mind scatters in alizarin confusion
Violation.
I'm running
unsteady
feathers shot out of a cannon.
The clock prowls six p.m., seven, eight
they come
they go
i leave with them
but my eyes are stone and theirs are an eclipse.
Tethered to my own demise
memory is buried beneath
blankets of empty disguise
i will forget
i will forget
II.
He looks into the mirrors that have become my eyes
i look at him looking at me
looking at him
desolation extends
between us
stale passivity seeps out of my pores
i am too far gone
away from anyone's grasp
but he has reached me.
Our gaze becomes my canvas
as I redraw the pieces of myself
that I have erased
discarded
disowned
He tells me I am
normal
a concept that I have long since
given up on
like an awaited season that passed
never to return.
We all decide what to do with
the voices that torture our existence.
I will take a walk with them
barefoot in the morning dew
sit down with them
in the
soft hush of the night's air
and for the first time
properly introduce myself.
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