Trainor Poems: Flame Daggers

1:
They burn brightly when close
Their bodies casts shadows and each is eclipsed
Both fail to act and plan to act again tomorrow
Wearing smiles like makeup but not getting too close
To avoid the wrinkles and their rightful focus
Broken promises have become currency
Words now light and meaningless
unless sharpened and used as intimate daggers
Intent to invent reasons to destroy us
Without understanding how deeply connected
Alone they cannot sever the soul tendrils
That will pain them forever

2:
Thoughts spark and memory burns
Cloaked as smoke the past escapes
Returning to the chamber of conception
I try to remember what it was
Replete with emptiness new and old
Yesterday is homeless and emotion is gravity
Folding in on itself like a star
Back to the confinement of cells
Whatever it is I feel it in my arms

– The Trainor

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