Hearts of darkness

After the weeping
comes the laughter.
As we limp barefoot,
through shards of glass.
A thin array of dulled bones,
and a few souls trying to
extricate love from lust –
the only hue to hold.
The glamour has faded,
and I ask you –
what is this place?
I am a poet,
let me write.

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