The Death of Us
There was a moment,
it flashed over us like lightning at midday.
We should have looked away
but then the living daylights transformed us
into undying lovers.
Black cats in lightless rooms
whispered to each other in Brail.
Our eyes turned blind as we dazzled, then glowed
among the scattered bones of fallen angels.
Our friends understood, we were done
with just living, we were a prayer
created in a firestorm,
and we would claw our way through
this death
into our own natural indecent state.
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