What did you see

that I didn’t see?


during a warm embrace,

you glanced over my shoulder

and saw a verdant landscape

buckle and transform

to bone,

the soaring swallows


and scratch the sterile ground

like carrion crows.

Or, when hand-in-hand,

you felt my blood run cold

and heard a whisper in your ear:

“Look over there, yes there

beyond the rainbow!”

Did that green valley

become a dark abyss;

our past a wasteland,

our present meaningless,

our future empty?

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