Day: Jan 25, 2022

I wonder if they’ll bury me below the very same oak trees I grew up under,

I wonder if they’ll see my mischievous eyes in the shadows,

Sparkling in burnt umber,

Screaming in pain like haunted gallows.

I haven’t known a home in years, but who can blame me?

All those voices try to hush my words,

Try to soften the sharp edges and finally tame me,

Just like an animal in the cage,

But they cannot really make me.

Still, I wonder if they’ll burn me alive or just suffocate me in my sleep.

I wonder if they’ll ever see the humanity in my face

Or how when they harm me, my eyes turn deep.

I lower my lashes and beg for space,

For a moment of rest in this tender ground,

But they laugh as they bury my bones,

And my last hope twitches at the sound

Until it is finally quiet, and I am all alone.

-Jackie