Obscene

There’s a thief
In sleep and
Dreams with teeth
That bloody
A timid heart.
The silence weaves
A sterile plea for
Languishing lungs
To find their death in
The sea that
Drowns each breath
And bury themselves
In the shape
Your name makes
Against this
Obscene
Dark.

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