to the one who wishes to purge themselves of past-ghosts,

by hiraeth   Mar 19, 2021

last night, i dreamt of your hands wrapped tightly
around my neck, wringing it like a hand-washed
dish cloth.

when i say i want to die by your hands, i meant it;
teach me what blood means, asked by someone who never bled.

where the shore becomes the sea,
you reside in a quiet rebellion,
caught in the tide, as you drift
towards the horizon in one moment
and the shore in another;

do you think the same of me,
a quiet shadow you wish to
cast into the very same light
i worship?

tonight, i’ll dream of you,
and when the night fractures
by morning heat –

i’ll do it again.


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  • 4 weeks ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This LITERALLY took my breath away! Especially "teach me what blood means" - oh my word! The opening image was so intense, and I found the wrath and unleashed fury and passion in this. Then, it's softened. But still alive. The "quiet rebellion" of love. I thought of you wanting that control in your life, them being the meaning behind it all, and you, following in their wake. I also took it as them not necessarily seeing you as weak or their "prey" so to speak, but genuinely adoring being in that center light. You see them in everything and revere them, and they can't help but relish in it.

    Such a provoking piece!

    • 3 weeks ago

      by hiraeth

      Thank you both!

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    your words are like Manuka honey drizzling over my primed consciousness

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