After falling, breaking bones against the ground

the sky torn away replaced with flesh and blood

we laughed and laughed

sat up and used our sharpened ribs

to sew together something like skin

slow-dancing with decay

draped in robes of scarlet

all the while breathing in this world

alchemical, the smoke and dreams of gold

following close behind us on roads into gray lands

headed for sin wherever we can find it

already lost, rain-soaked and exalted

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