365 Days of Poetry — Day 60

Running from a midnight train,
We leapt into a pool of glass — a sea without a name.
It’s here, where we buried our bodies — the men we’ve now lost —
Where we covered our lungs and gave up the costs.
We live, now a life without blood;
We captured the steady, delicate corpses now hung from above.

– Brittany Rose

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