bury us not beneath it.

the day the earth fell
we stood kicking our way thru your ashes.
the day the earth fell
we ripped our lungs crying out to forgotten tyrants,
and beings that reside in the sky.
i put blood under my tongue.
i left my heart with who i was.
the day the earth fell
our hearts stopped beating,
and we stayed living out of force of habit.
we washed our eyes with tiny vessels of crimson
we tried to fill our hallowed faces with tasteless morsels.
we tried to paint our placid skin so the questions would cease.
but there was nothing left to occupy us,
except the continuation of existing.
the day the earth fell
my knees became permanently attached to my chest
i started sleeping just to experience something
the sun defied gravity, plunged out of the sky..
we became a variety defined by the purple coves holding our eyes.
defined by the numbness your loss intensified.
when you went away,
the day the earth fell,
we all succumbed to living.
skin keeps us safe in this tomb.
they pray to twilight to keep your image alive.
we surround ourselves with sadness,
the sole comfort to the survivor..
the pain reminds us you weren't just a dream.

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