Eysha

Etched across my forehead, a wrist enhanced number, some weather the test, her face a sweet mirror, eyes of shocked wonder, looking for hope's glimmer i whisper to myself, is this how we slumber, lying in this shed, worrying over distance, while fire rages through us, have we come to this, days of plagued dread, nights stupid with lovers, because we said yes, a washed sign of death, we watch them walk under, she lays a hand to my chest, others cast asunder.