Day: Oct 12, 2021

The early morning sun fell gently on your shoulders that day.

Your words cut me right between the ribs

And sawed me until you had nothing else left to say.

The rumors fly in small towns like ours, I should have known.

Soon enough I was the only culprit,

And you were the man in the newly polished crown.

The neighbors celebrated you, they pitied my weak resistance.

My story was wiped out with the waters,

And you threatened to do the same to my existence.

The open wound on my side felt rawer as the days went by.

You kept sharpening your tongue

And insisted I will not see peace until I apologize.

But one early morning the sun never made it over the horizon.

The tears you cried, they were cold,

And they did not keep the others from theorizing.

The soles of your shoes grew thin as you were seeking me.

Your thoughts cut you right below the throat,

And the whispers you heard sounded like a prophecy.

-JW