Heavy and Weightless

candle wax

I've paid the price for a curse

Dwelling in my bones.

Born into a household with

Space but no love to fill it.

Time has the itch to slit holes

In flawed perspective,

And slowly she undressed

The illusion blanketing our home.

There's miles separating this place

From my idea of it.

You've died.

Trapped safely in my hands,

My fingers trace the denial-coated

Versions of you.

Holding onto the silence,

Refusing to feel hatred.

Amidst a fragile chest shaped

To cage long, slow breaths.

But these things seep

Through the skin, they pour over.

Topping neatly false ideals

With a vibrant new hatred for you.

For the house with all its space

And none of its love.

The family that melted itself down

By way of clutching the façade

At its sides.