It tipped itself on me


Cream the color of that


paper thin sphere in the sky


It flickered like

those flames that touch

a colored wick


It smelled like cruelty



The burning embers of Hades


was so fine


It sparkled in the air

like an independence day

Our sovereignty


We float

into that sea of obsidian waves

Until we drown

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