When Morning is the Hardest Part (Original)
Before the bright,
when evening's grip begins to loosen
like soft concessions in silent darkness
the whispered shadows lie like serpents in wait
that, as one, pounce with the climbing dawn
In her rise light feeds my third eye.
I can see from far away
You have swallowed the sun and filled the sky
Now quiet, you've stilled my fear and love
and sucked the air from this place,
stolen all the words.
Our language is a world without wind or trees
and you are a sentence that sets fire to air
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