Blood’s False Witness

As if she needed a reason,

to bear witness to an existence

that threatened to dismantle her.

From weary bones and tired eyes,

the night had taught her not

to fright.

But, alas, light doth flit, like

time, and worse. For it takes

great strength to hide behind

eyes,

to see.

 

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