He weaves a web of worry
a solid screen of smoke,
He listens close to locusts
creaking sore every note.
No one believes in what he sees,
the ultraviolet rays
His eyes spy color, dark and light
a crowning dawn displayed.
Knowing best to bite his tongue,
he accepted every wasted thumb
and black and blue he would become.
She saw behind his dancing eyes
beneath skin that contained the lies
He gave,
She felt,
his borrowed fear
and bid the bruises

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