It smelled of metal and gunpowder
Spicy and toxic
coupled with bloodshot eyes
fingers twitching
alight with anticipation
My body thrummed
with the excitement
that only comes when
blood is shed
A timid strike is what broke me
a gentle tapping
rapping at
my chamber door
Obscurity is the only thing
that’s ever given us warmth
it envelopes us
spreading over our skin
With no words at all to share
But what would we have said anyways?
It would have been
crippled vows
some cloying distortions
Like
striking a match against concrete
with no fire to rival
We laid there
as if we were taking our
very last breaths
and it very much felt that way
Éloa 
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