when the car vanished and I fell
shadows were waiting but so was she
arms reaching all the way around
not to lift but to hold
to sink together
never touching down
hold my hand
so you don't get lost
love—a double-edged sword
etched with gold
marred with blood
my tears
in her eyes
my heart
in her chest
isn't there something terribly beautiful
about a body riddled
with the pain of another
might it make the healing double, too?
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