“Turning Back, Turning Away”
So many times: used to us
to turn waves, to lop heads.
I’m so glad you survived
to be “there, there” in frosty windows
to talk to me that one time
and one hand: shuddering the darkness
and one flame:
turning back angel
alone in a basement, insect legs
shadows on the walls,
bitter is the blue in your sea green eyes
that masks security
that holds the waves, paper boy doll
you were in the prima donna of your life
you were stricken down
twisted as a spear
spit in witch’s magic.
nicholauspatnaude 
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