My Cold Home
Tonight as I walked toward the certainty of expression unattainable
I found myself wanting to crawl into your socket-like craters
Away from the warmth and spotlight of that saccharin dying star
Away from the illusion of a smooth surface and a friendly face
To curl up in the bottom of your inhospitable shadows
And use your honest rocks as pillows
We cannot see from here what we have left upon you
Hardly scars compared to those empty orbits that never blink
But boot prints and claiming stakes and conquering dreams
Left our mark just the same and you cannot rid yourself of them
Glory gone, you continue pulling blood and words and water
And me, but I go willingly
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