Newly born, yet old and worn
Wondering which fracture will bring the colossus down
Cradled in each other’s arms
Birth and death in a single breath
Whole lifetimes in an instant
Nails dig in, breaking the skin
My lips on her fingertips
Furious hurricanes in such gentle breezes
Towering molehills scraping the sky
Uprooted with ease, down on your knees
Without a leg to stand on
Ears perked at the slightest sound
Like vultures on carrion
The blood gurgling in our throats
Bruised and gnarled
Arrows at our feet and embedded in our flesh
Frail, brittle bones succumb
Weathered and eroded by endless strife
Buried alive beneath the weight and ruin
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