How do you heal a broken melody? The easy answer is with a new song, but what if the song is one you can’t end? Looped over itself like oroboros, forever repeating the dissonance of the past. Reverberations of echoed failure sitting like leaden weight in every played chord: past, present, and future -Perhaps, there…
Tag: personal
The King’s Gambit
I am sorry. — There are some sunsets too long to hold in memories, so I’ve taken to holding them in song sprints. Little hums of warmth and brightness cascading between my fingertips as I hold them in my hands. -a desperate watercatch — Quickly now, before they drain out into the glassen minefields of…
Breeze
It is 4 am and I woke dreaming of you. Laced with holly and lavender -purple does looks so nice on you I felt rips inside my chest and couldn’t breathe again. Moon dropped tears of spite and scorched bridges are what we have here. Yours alone, but I am afraid of being alone. Locked…
3 words too many
Whisper them if you must- I know petty better than this. Avalanche and silence and nothing and broken words that I need to feel deeper than you can give. For now, you say anyway I’ll try and hold that declaration Pin it to my own cross. palms pierced blood as ink- blood as binding. My…
The price we pay
Azazel, Your tears flow so freely, does the crown on your head not weigh you down? What broken dream has sent you here again, to this place of mortal dread and insignificance. My yellowed prince- don’t tar your wings; you are already burning. Cinders may fly, but they are also dying.
Haven’t cried, but I’ve been meaning to
confusion and panic as your words hit- hurt my eyes again. This was not what the day showed and the night was too long for me to have cared. I’m falling I failed my wicker…
dead nerves
trace the line they make from foot to floor- my skin crawls with the shock of feeling again and you can’t take this from me. willow bark for my head- never enough, though, for my heart. crush the leaves i gather in my hands. An offering to you, love, something to whet the incessant swelling…
Fall-En
Scorched, like the eyes of my former self. Divinity pouring from your fingertips- how wholly you have come to encompass a part of myself I don’t really need. I forget where I’ve come from at times and you remind me- It doesn’t matter. We all end up in the pit. What wrath have I incurred…
And
Hello, and goodnight. I feel fire flutter down the fears I call home and scorch the earth I held between my fingers, when you were still here and smiling. Auburn day blackened -alone again as ash at nights end You, O-Kagachi, Serpent of separating and falsehoods. The trails or trials, you lay, of silver, and…
Goodnight
Though, you may not even read this, I hope that the night finds you well. I think of that message you sent me, the one with the two sleeping, synchronized breathing and I feel a softness in my head and can’t help but pick my thumb at my own foolishness. I love you. I’m sorry.