Double-Edged

We clawed at dawn

with bitten down fingernails

looking for the night

 

we, held in place

by thumbtack memories

cannot move

as swords of light

pierce through locked keyholes

searching for us

 

it occurs to me

that this would make a good poem

then I remember

not everything should be written

 

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