Sebastian Moineau Poems

We dragged the man
His pleading drowned out only by our cries,
by our laughter
And our flames encompassed his shape
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</>I have eyed a fading hue that calls out to the cold
This dire gradient of living, dying, dead
That beckons winter to slip through every crack
In the silent house that keeps the secrets we’d forgotten.
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The light found its way through the curtains,
but it seemed she’d gone by then
Carrying her shoes so her footsteps went unheard.
And they said she came undone on the lawn,
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