In the wake of your silence,
and when fear's footsteps have fallen,
I'm draped as though a queen, in this costume.
And when my shadow fails to reflect,
these emotions, stored up inside; when I have failed--
To notice your voice has faded to a distant hum,
when I have failed--
To turn back, to reach out; in time.
Now I stand at the edge of your grave,
watch the earth there, tumble and spin,
hear a dead echo of your faded laughter,
and hold your haunted, misshapen form
in my hands; I will bury you through
full submersion.
YOU ARE READING
Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
