This house is colder than ever,
its walls leaving frosty fingertips and icy, freezing beds.
No one sleeps anymore with the winter ghost wandering around.
The coldest silence I’ve ever seen presses my chest and leaves me gasping for air.
Here it goes again.
its walls leaving frosty fingertips and icy, freezing beds.
No one sleeps anymore with the winter ghost wandering around.
The coldest silence I’ve ever seen presses my chest and leaves me gasping for air.
Here it goes again.
Under the tables echoes scream,
shout and tell forgotten fairytales.
Everyone here grew from rotten wood,
and I wonder if the seed named “damned” planted in my hair grows inside me—
or if it blooms from hers.
On the table, the fruit is still bitter, tasting like the last time I was happy,
and I’m left hungry for days.
shout and tell forgotten fairytales.
Everyone here grew from rotten wood,
and I wonder if the seed named “damned” planted in my hair grows inside me—
or if it blooms from hers.
On the table, the fruit is still bitter, tasting like the last time I was happy,
and I’m left hungry for days.
Oh, mother,
I lie on this blood-stained floor counting cracks, notes, and whispers,
until nostalgia overflows my bones and cracks my tears.
You follow me around to torture my soul; you know what you’re doing,
dressing yourself in pity.
Can’t feel my soaked eyes anymore,
losing my marbles for a few moments of peace, measuring the days until I escape.
I lie on this blood-stained floor counting cracks, notes, and whispers,
until nostalgia overflows my bones and cracks my tears.
You follow me around to torture my soul; you know what you’re doing,
dressing yourself in pity.
Can’t feel my soaked eyes anymore,
losing my marbles for a few moments of peace, measuring the days until I escape.
I was once your baby—
white ribbons in her tangled brown curls,
cheeks sticky with profound misery,
a fragile little thing in your hands whom you loved and cared for.
cheeks sticky with profound misery,
a fragile little thing in your hands whom you loved and cared for.
Let me feel the warmth of your love again.
Wrap me in your embrace, soft-spoken words until I fall asleep.
Tell me that I’m all you desire.
Lie and tickle my heart as if I were still your baby,
or what’s left of her.
Wrap me in your embrace, soft-spoken words until I fall asleep.
Tell me that I’m all you desire.
Lie and tickle my heart as if I were still your baby,
or what’s left of her.
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Comments1
Wow! This is really good entering the eye resounding in the ear descending to the heart and settling in the gut. There is a sadness a nostalgia frosted in melancholy. It conjures feelings forgotten and and locked away. Truly loved it. It's a fave
Your comment reads like a poem itself, I’m so touched that it reached you in that way. Thank you for feeling it with me, always grateful ❤️
It is my pleasure
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