Magpie tales.

For Emily.

The shrapnel flies;

Broken fragments of failure
Piercing the air.

The warmth of our embrace
Is cut swiftly
By the sounds of
Our demons,
Our scars,
Our weaknesses,

Chasing us relentlessly

With the chains with which

They wish to hold us
Clinking through the unseen veil.

I hear their screeches;

The siren call I once found

Irresistible.

It grates on my ears with

Memories of failure.

We shall take on our demons,

You and I.

Here, in the scarred battlefront

Of broken hearts

We will dig a foxhole for two,

A cool place of refuge.

We shall stand,
Hand in hand

Looking our fears
In their blood-soaked eyes.

We shall tell them to keep

Their scars,

And their murky dungeons,

For we have each other,

And we do not need them
Any longer.

And with one closing kiss

We will bid them
Goodbye.

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