retreat

Let's retreat until the final edge, to

stand our ground until we fall into the

sin we were born for. Out in the dunes we

conform to the wind, the weight of the sky

polishing the diamonds of our eyes. With

watchmaker hands, meticulous with desire,

we dig deep into the flesh. Ransacked and

ruined until we are hung wide from the

tattered words of the day. The sand fills

the hollows that once held hearts

.