Your dark eyes
remain fixed on
my intake of breath
sharp as thorns,
soft as feathers.
Our bodies, bruised
slaughtering on all sides.
A sigh and
I exhale my soul.
I am so terrified
of my surrender,
I left and locked
the door.

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