Poetry

Smoke

Her eyes today are smoke
And I can’t bear it,
Tinged with red
Behind the murk of the space
Between sight and feeling,
They have me reeling,
Begging, kneeling.
My wasting armor’s disconcealing
An anguish unhealing.

The smoke won’t dissipate whatever I do.

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