Looking up from beneath layers she creates,
Playing a dance on edge,
Fraying fringes of personality
She falters, breaking spirit.
Shattering glass that protects you
From her words, the way
You keep her sweet,
Love and babe.
Staring into depths of your coffee
Eyes that never seem to break away
From the light that you
Seem to want to keep near.
Freezing skin,
She's cold from inability to feel;
Separation made easy,
Cleaning your board of the residue of her tears.
Smiling with cruel intent,
She watches you place your lamb on the alter,
Korban to bring you close,
And now she's burning sage in your honor.
Racing against the water,
Clean and cooling,
She loses you to the fog,
Somewhere between the third and fifteen day.
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