in the arms of steel
rust
scaly sleep power
in a cage broken
sometimes
glass reflections
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WALKING WITH GHOSTS, Poetry by Lucy Williams
So cold and wet was it that daggers seemed to fall from the sky in the shape of rain.
We stood staring each other in the eye,
Book-ending a rubbish strewn alleyway in the worst part of town.
With that confident smirk on your face I knew you thought I didn’t have it in me.
Brushing your sodden brown hair out of brown eyes, the rain sparkling off your long lashes in the lamp light, you told me as much.
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