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Ribbons

The cold air brushes the white dust from my shoulder as my mind races to find what’s hidden deep inside your broken body. Powerful, as if you were the god of gods, but the soul you carry cries a river of pain and blood, as you try to hold it together, piecing it piece by piece. The life and brightness dies down within you, hoping no one will find out the dark truth of the evil that lay inside, my eyes drained from all around me trying to see, but is stuck within your walls of thorns, holding onto the love you once showed me, but my hand only goes through as water does a hole in the ground. The ribbons tattered from the force that feeds you, as I lay upon them hoping that soon, the light will one day show again, and no longer will be hidden beneath the shadows, as I stand the warmth of my body yours to embrace when the sparkling waters of truth pour from your very body.