18/July/20: Voices
I carved my breath
Into the crevice's echo
It caught a raven
A raven whose voice has forever in all its recesses
The raven who pierced my skin in fear
But I wanted the forever
I needed it
So I took the bird
And stole its voice box
I gave it to the person I love
The person with their dying choking
Scarred into my head
They breathed the last ever into the box
The crimson staining their lips
I returned to the crevice
To carve that last breath into it's flesh
But the crevice had died
Because I had taken forever away from it
So no one could hear the last ever but me
A raven's voice on repeat
No one else can hear
Her last breath
And now the crevice has been hurt by my theft
With crusted blood on my fingerprints
I put the voice box on the sand
And sit and stare
But all the voice box says now is
'Who told us it would be fair?'
YOU ARE READING
Am I 'Absolute'?
PoetryMostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊 Also: Helloooo! Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
