you watch ghosts with divergent eyes,
as if the world unraveled it’s untold truth
on your lap. words are now disassociated,
creating someone and something new.
you grab out into the shadows, latching
onto a pair of wrists, you tug forward,
and a wiry thing appears. you feed her
your guilt, you give her a name, Isolde,
and plait her hair.
as your guilt expands, she grows
her limbs intertwine with yours.
darkness graces her hair like a diamond
tiara, while dejection pleats your soul
she is entirely of your doing.
she carries with her everything
you’ve scorned, everything you
wanted to bury in the middle of
the night. you know this too,
your tongue begins to fester every
time you wish to admit it -
she’s your present reincarnation.
*Collab with hiraeth:
I've read your previous collaborations which I really enjoyed but I think this is my favourite, I have to be perfectly honest to admit that I'm not sure why this one sticks out so much for me but it does, your writing truely compliments each other and the actual weight that it carries is magnificent :)