Enough For All Things
Pools of white watery tears,
Each drop salted with a wound,
Collecting at the base of her steady eyes
The color of which reminds her of her other life.
There are needs so deep one can not describe.
There is pain so intense it numbs the bite.
Her skin porcelain against the fresh purple-ish blue
(However) She will not die tonight.
She focuses her gaze into his eyes.
He must know she intends to fight.
All traces of warmth erase as his pupils dilate,
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