Our sky won.
Tiny pinpoint laser lights
Seared and shrivelled
Harridan's hybrids,
Popping them like boys' ants.
My eyes had cried backwards
To hide things.
To hide the punctures.
Tears ran down inside
And echoed as they dripped
From my clenched and silent heart,
Frozen in its last smile.
Echoed like a lonely night-time tap.
Now we surf the bore tide.
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