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

#poetry