freeze ray
he threw up his hands
but it did no good.
threads of sun
still made their way through the window,
feathering his fingers.
feathering her eyes.
and it was there
in the white of the flare
that along with his own body
he watched his paramour disappear.
he had met her in that very same place
only a year ago.
and now,
they were side by side
as the grate of the world above them
shredded their tread
leaving them with the pinprick realizations
that their hands would not close,
their legs would not bend,
and their ability to
fight the world
had been
lost
completely.
and so they were left
frozen.
there in the sunlight.
together
with nothing
but a breath
of dust to spin.
Derek Doublin
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I like this.
Is this poem about Taz?