devastation
we meet at a crossroads
them and i
with blades of grass
glittering in the hazy
morning dew
the street itself
is a great black void
a gaping maw
that wishes to swallow us whole
they say my eyes
are something dead
and gray
and sad
i say where mine
are dead,
theirs are in-between
glowing stars
against a grainy blue night
when the only stars you can see
are the ones that have already
faded
the devil is not them
and the devil is not me
but tonight,
we have decided on a deal
there sits a wall made
of glass
with sharp-cut edges
and promises not yet
made
when the honey leaks out from
the sky
the coyotes will swallow
my eyes
and together,
we will shatter
their wall
promises are made
to be broken,
after all