one side, to draw a line on the dark
one side, a blanket to smother a spark
two arms, to struggle inside of the ink
one line, to open the vessel and drink
our blood, vile, steaming
our love, reframed and reviled
our blood, a secret, a storm
our work, no recognizable form
one eye, scanning from first to the last
one eye, devours a page from the past
two times, a wound defined by the next
three times, to call out an impossible hex
one side, taking an unspoken move
one line, to cross, divide, and consume
two lives, torn and slung to the side
one side, crushed by the oncoming tide