From Avalanche-Genevieve Artadi

Hearts bashed in
And again
In a next-day sun
Know the two who once were one
Still reeling must build themselves their hundredth chance
From avalanche
Blind fighters
Each right brings
Tower back to sand
Blood from every blow that lands
Still swinging
How swiftly words went from sublime
To asinine
Said we
Yet we now
When it
Will we

Crybabies
This rain falls only for the thorns
Has our memory grown so worn
Still searching for mind to pry the olive branch
From avalanche
Said we
Yet we now
When it
Will we