If you are falling, howl,
splinter the sterile silence
jailing us, your sturdy bones
will not survive this impact.
Howl, and I will gather
oceans of my numb blood,
drowning your blunt decent
and washing the initial slip.
So howl, and I will fold
the drop deep in my marrow,
enduring resounding leaks
only when I need scaring.
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