Morning came in title only

The sky remained black as night

No one breathes like this

No one lives like this

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From the shadows poured tears

Of black wax. Hot and sticky.

Like monsters from the air,

A commune of bodies waiting

For more

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But what did we have to give?

We were waiting too?

Our bodies aren’t needed here

Not for this.

Our bodies aren’t welcomed here

Not like this.

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Blood and wax

Paper and bones

Slipping through an endless night

Maybe we want the same things

Maybe we want what the others have

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But we’re all waiting

For anything like dawn

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From 500-5-Minute Writing Exercises. Available in print and ebook.