Numb

She was silent.

He was still.

Skies played melodies of flame over their heads,

Hair so close to being singed.

And with the nights came a swirl of reds

Soaked in the earth’s secrets unhinged.

They never looked up to see-

Never saw what could be.

Just shy of flashpoint-

Flyaways.

Roaring flames and dull crowns-

Disjoint.

Bodies warm.

Eyes cold.

Lives lived.

Nothing t’behold.

 

 

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