They Wait To Consume You
I see it in you, waning, in broken pieces everyday,
That fall away and you let them,
Sun soaked diamond chips
Like broken chimes on a marble floor.
This silence produces an ominous screaming,
A falcon circling in the dry desert sun
Gliding on imaginary air
Screaming the anticipation forth,
As the last piece delicately falls
He dives to his prey.
You cannot hold yourself together.
Pray that I will.
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