gold dust and cuts

the sky cracked
and clouds
gave in to the weight
of falling angels that burnt after
breaking cement
the saved and the damned made frail
by existing and living too heavily
the unsteady ground underneath our feet
became the ring that crumbled in your hand
into gold dust mixed with the
dirt it collected inside the cement
we solidified in fear of
making life real

we lost hope
then heaven broke

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