Shades

The moon defines us
In our whispers,
Forbidden.
This boarded house,
Papered in other people’s memories,
Layered in time with graffiti,
Is our haven against the outside,
Against all that is so black and white
And the rain that curses the broken window pane.
Upstairs a tap still drips,
Moments, heartbeats, seconds
And we steal them away
In pockets full of angst
But here in the forgotten, in the dust
We paint rainbows.
We show our truth, we are light
Untouchable
We take flight.

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