Reburning their screams

A blackened tongue
a wisp of smoke -
a teardrop
hits
the sand
Internal hope
now withers
as blood and metal lands

A fist of crushing fire
explodes on rocky glass
repurposing a grudge
absorbing angered shards

Entrails of rotting moments
spread out across a sea
as bones that once were steel
become now atrophied

Why do the dreamless scream
from hollows of the past
and when will tortured ghosts
fade from this looking glass?

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Mr. Darcy
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