Who are these dark-eyed angels
who gather like wolves around me,
intimate yet wild?
The mind silently counts them
like it counts the hills
that covet the house. Then,
I cried out the three names
of God "save me from myself,
from my sadness, my ruinous life".
From the woods, a claw reached in,
mercifully scooping my heart out.
The last sound I heard in this
world where fog meets light
was the yard gate securely
latching behind me.
Perhaps, I have become the shadows
that haunt us.
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