where did we go - were we just erased?
from this cage,
where we settled our remains into a mountain we tried to escape out of,
from this garden of panic,
where we planted our hearts into tulips,
where we refused to pluck them, in fear they would sprout into weeds,
from this nest of lust,
where we gathered broken bones instead of leaves,
where we fed the other in hopes to starve ourselves.
from this river of guilt,
and these lips that never spoke,
my shadow creeps towards a sky that’s forgotten how to breathe,
your eyes close, hazing into a soprano moon.
It sings us both to sleep.
my poetry has been **** lately
