yell the gods tight against the sky
diamonds falling like pearls into pools
i'm not ready to be over just yet, so
bind me in place or race me the wind
in sharp lines, streaking
i was there
when alexandria burned, leapt against
the flames in defiance of death
and now you want to leave me as guardian
here --!
this place is not my heart
not red or bleeding or burning
buried under blue like seashells
this lazarus feels like dancing
across the drifts, mocking the grave
from which she came

gretchin lair

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