Day: Nov 27, 2022

I fight the words you never spoke,

But I daydream about forgiveness.

I spill wax on my old cloaks,

Hoping you won’t mind your business.

The final letter does not arrive

And these grapevines stay silent.

My skull is but a fuming hive,

My hopes get crushed by lost giants.

Do you even plan to find me?

Have we burned the bridge for good?

The dark voices stand behind me,

Telling me to burn these woods.

Do I let you go alone?

Will the hounds find your cold flesh?

I fight a feeling in my bones,

Screaming that I should confess.

-Jackie