1-10-22
These last days have been the hardest...
Never sow a seed of doubt,
For it may grow into a tree...
Sometimes when I drink warm water, my abdomen...
The pain is intense and sharp and fleeting...
Utter terror tore through her body like a steam...
when she woke up and opened her eyes...
I lay at night wanting to ask Time:
"Do you actually heal all wounds...
my lungs have grown poisonous since
the night you left and they ask me about you...
I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...
Green eyes
Darkly rimmed, mixed with molten amber gold...
I used to think it was cute
The way you’d beg and pout...
Do they remember,
our promises back then...
To have such little
control over...
I am leaving my plans of silence behind,
since it appears out of my hands now...