7 At the End

We lay as Valdaro Lovers

Watch the flames

strip from us

“Driving out into the sun

Let the ultraviolet cover me up”                                                                                                                      our humanity.

We can dream of a place

                                                               ↑    north of here

where their red forked tongues

 

can’t reach us.

 

Maybe we’ll get there one day.

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Can you stop looking at me Copyright © by Thalia McIntire. All Rights Reserved.

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