Sail

While, numb but

Heart-ache comes

I bite my rigging, sail the lines

Watch the ferrymen dance.

My curling ropes and breaking mast

I pour the orange laughing glass

I break the whirling down to hurting

I SHRIEK LIKE THE WINDS THAT BATTLE THE SAND

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Blood horizons

Unwilling knife-holder,

Reluctant betrayer

Folder of small paper hearts. 
Wearer of trinkets which in actuality

Are shattered disasters of lovers-to-be. 
My eyes have set on the dawn of new days

I’ve let happen what I did not want

My heart has snickered in countless new ways

now pain streaks across your horizons.