Between Commands
Another storm rolls, between sunshine and star-wake.
Those clocks all start melting, this time is a mistake.
The warmth has hit coldly, upon innocent skin,
As hatred flows heavy through pupils of sin.
His strength knocks her down, on glass and concrete
And from under his shadow, she still tries to reach,
Reach up toward him, an unsteady hand
To make sure he smiles, between his commands.
A mutter, a stutter
-A whispered out plea,
The look of 'I love you' that she'll never see.
A bruise that befriends her, he's marked her his own
Slow Spinning Redemption, he's never known.
...Still broken and bleeding, she's getting too weak.
From under his shadow, she's trying to see
See all that's in him, and his unsteady hands
To make sure he smiles, between his commands.
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Submission Name: Between Commands
