How, like a secret, you crept into every corner, defacing my yoked harlequin,
and with a hollow chest, you embalmed my every hope, like the windows you closed,
then blamed me for the lack of
sunlight
This once was a soliloquy made into the formlessness we carried into the garden, where we
formed a brilliant lie to ourselves
that this was the life we would have
if we could choose
I felt peace when you left the room with cages, and I slept for the first time in eight months sitting up straight on a chair next to the only exit in the broken house,
And alas, lonely,
I sharpened my fingers on your broken promise, and I carved space
for
the
light
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Author:
brokenember (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2022 21:27
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments1
what a depressing first stanza! lol
'embalm' - ouch, what an image...
but still, the wording
was a wonderful reading experience
thanks for sharing, an evocative write
to say the least
Thank you so much!
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