Blue Ships Publishing

Morning came in title only
The sky remained black as night
No one breathes like this
No one lives like this
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From the shadows poured tears
Of black wax. Hot and sticky.
Like monsters from the air,
A commune of bodies waiting
For more
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But what did we have to give?
We were waiting too?
Our bodies aren’t needed here
Not for this.
Our bodies aren’t welcomed here
Not like this.
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Blood and wax
Paper and bones
Slipping through an endless night
Maybe we want the same things
Maybe we want what the others have
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But we’re all waiting
For anything like dawn