REVEALING

we are

red brick walls,

chalked with names

by the mercy

of the open hand,

releasing the

pulp of a story,

unraveling

smoke and words

from the roots

of our youth,

where they are

tightly

secured within

deep waters,

as we

walk under

a half moon,

suffering between

prayers and demons

and a diary

written on a

paper heart,

revealing

nothing at first,

then something