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2018-11-06 16:22:10 +0000

we were two travellers
on a long, empty road
converging on a junction

we were both walking north
heading to where
the mountains meet the sky

your clothes were ragged
and so were mine
weathered, they’d say

“two’s better than one”
you rasped,
phantoms of a grin

company for the nights ahead
where the roads end
and the thickets snare

i’d met many like you
gnarled from within and without
you could have been me

the question wasn’t
whether to fear you in my sleep
i saw through you

it was when
you’d snuff the flame
i’d try to share