The Sacrifice

Blind eyes painted
silver for centuries,
ancient method to cleanse–

quartz ground into
antidotes for hardened
hearts out of luck.

We don’t bring bodies,
only ash to pass
to others, smear around

brow and mouth
without incantation,
silent homage

to broken features
we’ve formed… Sun
erupts without our

help, so he still lights
the incense and she
still brings the dagger

to take out any star
that falters, hoping to fall
out of love with you…

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