Gray Matter


I am not like polished gems encased by light
Nor like the blackest coal that creates shadows across shadows.
I cannot breathe your soft exhale
Nor leave your flesh a tender mess.

I will wear this wolf mask upon my blank canvas,
And it will paint itself across every memory.

Wash away your apprehensions and fears
With scalding water and black poisonwood.
But do not fret and do not cry,
I will press my lips to your open wounds
And heal your scars with my salty tears.

Let me be your bridge across vast dreams.
Let me take it all away.
The end of everything is not lost cause,
But the beginning of something new to be born.

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