[12] A SILVER HEART LOST AND FOUND
I have to admit we made a mistake.
Because these nights, guilt snuggles
beside my pillow, staring with
eyes wide-open and mine closed.
And when it isn't, it buries me
beneath the sheets, less than
six feet under, handing me chance
with a feline smile. Can we twist
the clocks back to where our faults
drizzled in the cold? These days,
it's a hundred times easier to stop
waking up and be eaten alive by
my nightmares. But here I am,
pulling off the sheets, wearing on
my armor, still breathing, still haunted,
barely surviving. Here I am,
fighting for a red heart lost since eons.
Here I am, alone to dig a grave
for the past so it doesn't come
back destroying my dreams.
And I'll do it all over again,
to erase our faults,
to rewrite history.
If only it would save you.
[a/n]
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Witherland
PuisiAgain: precarious. When blood remains, I see the world tripping over the edge of the sword, red and forgotten. They drop, drop, drop-- balance. And we fall endlessly. [a poetry series by alice © 2017]
