My fear slices your hands,
I gather up my stress in my chest with my dress.
Deciding against on night of bliss.
Your chilling surprise,
Is that you don’t mind,
Your rare kindness shining through your jewelled-eyes.
Intrigued and baffled, I slip back by your side,
It’s then that I realise,
You are as lost as I.
I’ll remember your face,
Craved in the gaze of the red neon light,
Burned in my mind by the morning sight.
Cauldron Anthology
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