from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
.
land belonged to no one.
fields that were once loud
now held their own violence,
sown with decades of unspoken rage.
those who brought the harm
never touched the hot metal.
i called from outside;
my voice could not cross the threshold,
and fear told me one day the name might be mine.
they said if there were no coffin, there were no tears
and if it wasn’t them who decided,
then it would be no one at all.
were we born only for fire and soil?
where does a soul go when its name is taken?
when your house becomes one of those fields,
when love itself is hollowed,
you will know.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:20 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
.
land belonged to no one.
fields that were once loud
now held their own violence,
sown with decades of unspoken rage.
those who brought the harm
never touched the hot metal.
i called from outside;
my voice could not cross the threshold,
and fear told me one day the name might be mine.
they said if there were no coffin, there were no tears
and if it wasn’t them who decided,
then it would be no one at all.
were we born only for fire and soil?
where does a soul go when its name is taken?
when your house becomes one of those fields,
when love itself is hollowed,
you will know.
