You rule my desire,
this dull blade of a rusted knife.
The clock stopped at three—
and I, midnight.
Don't leave me to burn at the old gates,
I know you won't come back.
I know.
Afterwards, take me however.
Let the wounds be final.
Frostbitten.
Like stabs on a songbird.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
Today was not a good day.
I knew from the cracked glass,
The torn dress brushing my skin,
Memories left unlit.
I woke in a field of ruins—
Limbs weak, breath heavy.
Behind the trees: a stray dog,
Black as the edge of dusk.
Its gaze seized my insides.
Slowly, we reached a garden.
Silence settled between us
Until the dog whimpered
A sound like drowning,
And anger swelled in me again.
Today was not a good day.
It worsened, as the garden bloomed backwards.
I remembered golden lights,
Laughter that almost felt mine.
Shadows of us dancing 'til dawn,
The world, for a moment, paused.
Sweet relief, how I missed you so.
But grief leaves leftovers.
My hands had torn through debris,
My thoughts ruined every party.
All that remained was the dog,
A burden I’ve carried all my life.
When will I stop letting good things die?
Today was not a good day.
But the dog stayed, patient as always.
I promised to find it a home,
Somewhere beneath my heart of stone.
But for now, I’ll learn to let go,
Even though time keeps slipping,
And all I do is remember.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC