Dry


There are no more tears
left to cry on these stone floors.
Her hair is a forest
her eyes a crazed gleam.
We are strong and free,
diamonds and dust we breathe.

There is not a droplet
in this godforsaken river.
Her mouth is a tomb
her hands a calloused map.
We are wild and forever,
we stand above the world's glittering trap.

There are no clouds
on the darkest day.
Her heart thinks she belongs
her mind just wants to fly.
We were water vapor everywhere
but now, we are dry.

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