watch the
reapers feast-

a keen
pupil:
her sharp eyes salivate,
consume love's confidence,
and saw through
his ego-

tripwire
tapped out:
blusters blew through his trap,
whistled out threads of cloaks.
wind shears whet
a grave sight-

seeing
torment:
they hold my green iris
stems in cupped fists, thirsty
for poisoned
drivel, as

I-

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