Chasing darkness
surmising depth lies in the depths
trenches are dug in craters
the holes we dig make us special
so we keep on digging.
Subterranean cranium
head in the sand—soul buried in soil
paying the undertaker in advance
the shovel feels lighter once it's smoothing the dirt
guarding the top of the grave.
Coffin solitude
dormant tears loosen the Earth
the clay dam breaks
jailbreak mudslide
birthed from a muddy womb
crying, gasping for air.
We cleanse ourselves in the healing waters of time
donning our Sunday best for church
joining the choir boys standing at Jesus' feet
singing a chorus of denial
"I never asked for this".
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
Chasing darkness
surmising depth lies in the depths
trenches are dug in craters
the holes we dig make us special
so we keep on digging.
Subterranean cranium
head in the sand—soul buried in soil
paying the undertaker in advance
the shovel feels lighter once it's smoothing the dirt
guarding the top of the grave.
Coffin solitude
dormant tears loosen the Earth
the clay dam breaks
jailbreak mudslide
birthed from a muddy womb
crying, gasping for air.
We cleanse ourselves in the healing waters of time
donning our Sunday best for church
joining the choir boys standing at Jesus' feet
singing a chorus of denial
"I never asked for this".
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