Gone

Words pass
With etchings of silver in stone
Crashing together
Yet no one is listening

Claiming to be here
In stories dark enough to be true
Pulsing and fading
Yellow caution lights
Blinking to a darkened audience

Illuminated eyes
Bright and staring
Scampering over narrow crossings
Unwanted
Uncaring
Slinking from sight
Emerging from sound

In
Out
In
Out

Saving the final morsel
An offering in cold futility
Balancing atop sharp daggers
Not enough to cushion
Blows that still cut and bruise

And so it goes
And so it is gone.

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