Without Light


With the lights turned
out on us I held
our last source,
winding a procession
between the two rooms
of our home; decorating
hidden shivers concealed
behind forced smiles and
physical restraint, we have to
be strong, our windows
iced over revealing ourselves
painted with the smiles we drew
utilizing benumbed fingers
gathering icy droplets
underneath our pale nails
imprinting us all with
a final childish smile before
the candle burns out.

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