Fleeting firefly moments with you I catch and hide them in a box. I take them away from glaring eyes Hide it under faithful rocks.
Dodging those snatching hands Catching glitter under bare trees In an urgency to find space And let out free.
Someday, we will have a garden of them Firefly moments of our sweet time Its a matter of where and when.
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Her eyes are still open Her head is hung low Blood trickles along her eyebrow While her eyes adjust to the blow. His arms rise again, Towards the speechless sky. Plunging ahead with the axe, He gives
At the altar of love, She offers herself. He drops an axe, Over her head. The drop came – Without a blink. Did he even Stop to think? A shock to the body A gap on the skin A gush of blood The slit bur