Numbered Scales

She steps to the dark,
the one thing she knows.
She's just skin and bones,
and lies fill where she's hallow.

The words are her substance,
what allows her to grow
into someone smaller,
someone crumbling at every edge.

The nights are long,
her body pushes much too hard.
Her eyes lack light,
she's lost herself.

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He grasps her arm,
feeds her with words of hope.
He holds her body,
easing the pain with love.

There is nothing he can do
to help her in her world.
She's lost to the sunlight,
her soul is trapped in sunsets.

He whispers in her ear,
but she cannot listen.
She is so far gone,
he doesn't think she's coming home.

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Naked before each other,
there is nothing left to say.
The tears she cries are like frozen glass,
hard and cold and cracked and broken.

Nothing has to be said,
they both know that in the morning,
he'll be gone.
There's nothing left for them.

She is not beyond repair,
just stumbling to the side of the trail,
but she's contained in a winter nightmare,
made of flattened dreams and numbered scales.








Inspired by
Kent - We Need To Eat