Navy Canopy
Weakest streaks of black and blue
adorn my chest to speak to you
that I had taken bruises, too,
and by your hand, by your surmise;
I was to be abused.
Soreness felt from clutch-ed heart
makes vibrance as you would depart.
Content yet with a sudden start,
you folded in and left me
outstretched beneath the dark.
I struggled to rebuild myself:
a construct drawn from deepened wells;
black by ash from flames of hell.
You knew to where I’d sunken,
though I could barely tell.
Eyes had hungered there for light,
a semblant aid made justified —
through ambient and stillest night,
I thought you would return.
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