Day: Jan 26, 2023

Tables turn and fall down like leaves in the fall.

My knees beg me to crumble,

They beg me to crawl.

I light six black candles and let the wax melt.

I wonder whether love is built

And not really felt.

The horizon buries its mysteries too softly.

They find a way out,

Find new ways to mock me.

Nights turn on their faces and call it a day.

I still have enough spite,

I can make it through May.

-Jackie