Equinox 

Pins beneath
The skin
Holding smiles in place
Lungs flayed in a stone cage
Heavy as a consequence.
The trick in the thick
Of my thighs,
Lies in the lines
Of my face.
Hell bent and hesitant
The obstinate penitent
Caught in the Equinox
Of flying and falling.

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