glasseye kiss frosty river angel mildew storm drain glasseye
radiant mistyrose shimmer asphyxia white jungle firefly icicle
Where's #2, I hear you ask? It's written, but I need permission from the person who accidentally supplied the first line.
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I have two glass eyes,
One scrimshawed with
All the lies you told me.
You called me your angel;
I am losing my laden wings
To a mire of mildew,
Radiance reduced to a firefly glimmer.
This misty shimmer is
Not what you think it is -
My heart is frost-cracked,
An expanding drain of hope.
You named me, so
You must claim me -
Angels are not just
Decorations.
I rose from a white storm.
I am all the non-conforming corners,
All the hot and rooted tangle
Of jungle, the enduring fist of tundra.
And we were armed once -
Swords and scimitars -
And I will rise hard,
An icicle to pierce your indolence.
It's not the fight I fear -
It's the asphyxia that stutters
Every time you
Hold me near.
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