Wandered away from those missionaries
Bibles at their belts
Crosses noose-d around their necks
I pulled down my death mask
To face my fears
Face what's next
A tender touch in the baron winter
Full in hollow
Fat and narrow
Calloused yet forgiving
She stood up for herself
In my shadow
Cast about the trees and the marsh
Danced in mutual haze
Our hands like specks of light
Reflecting off the darkness
Shattered mirrors
Balanced our bodies
On a tight rope
To the fire
Called her my Joan of Arc
And with a whimper and a bruise
Knew the night was gone
Innocence in the dusk
Overwhelming
Caught up in ancient trial
Sand worn walls
I smell decay
Look in the well
See ourselves
Painted; cracked faces
Alabaster porcelin
Wash in those filthy waters
Wash away the skin
Tears taste like envy
Realize our shapes
Now that we're reliving
Fingers down a chest
A locket by the heart
Locked in the secret
& off we darted
Our seperate ways.
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