A door is closed.
Oh there were years lived in your leaving

The mind goes
And the husk, it follows

Like the smoke, still stinging my eyes
And the coolness of the harvest air fresh upon my tongue
You fill my senses
As only a full moon can

Time.
She bids no words come forth
If my chest split open
Let my screams swallow me
Yet the Eternals
Would find shame in my humanity
For they have no part
In the drying of tears
Or bones that knock together

The number of days I have lived
As a foreigner in my own way
My own place
And the days I hold in my heart
That I could count upon one hand

What happens in our lives
And what changes us in our lives
Both a weight, and a measure, though neither sit upon the scale

The call in the night has fangs
She has sunk her teeth into me before,
I am soft
And my flesh is but an offering and a sacrifice
Still you bite the hand that feeds you
With your own fingers twisted together behind your back
Yet the clasps that contain my soul
You reach for them with your fingers
Sad you did not know the sun had warmed them
And now you will not touch me
For fear of being burned

You who have shared sheets and bread alike with me
Still you do not know what is the fire lighting in my belly
Yet you curse me for the flames on my tongue
All will be well
The weight will lift
With the fog in the morning
My mountains will sing me another hope
And I will bind it upon my chest
To be one with a promise
If it is broken
So it breaks me