Aura Four

And what was I to them

but a pale sin.

Like cracking a rib.

A dull ache forever if I had stayed.

And what was I to them

but a pale sin.

Forgiveable in the moonlight.

His trangressions

only a trial period.

While the head of my roses

were snapped off,

floating until they sunk under.

Forgotten by him,

by them,

forever.

And what was he to me

but a brief spotlight.

Illuminating

myself

in the cold stillness.