your past was fabricated
told to soften this
now, this weighty
hand keeping you in place.
the face, the eyes, i
look at this in surprise, this
masterpiece of loss.
blinded by the light, i'm
trying to make it right,
prying my hands between
the lids. a tear slid,
demolished my power &
stance, washed effort-
all gone.
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