Willow Rakiah Creager
I don't know where to begin. I am speechless on a deep level, terrified to say the truth. But this has never stopped me before. I do not love another. I just want to be alone. I don't know where to begin, if I should, but something fears the silence in me, like a primal instinct driving me from a predator.
Subject to Truth
Oceans ablaze In your manipulative gaze. You speak as if it's true. But I'm not subject to you. Arise, little spies, And retrievers gilded gold,
Sweetly, agony, Comes into my sleep, Bleeding me until There's something real to me. Living 'til another day Steals what's left of me.
I heard that you woke up one day And put a lion's mask on your face. Knowing that you make predators drool, You were glad to know you had them fooled.
There is sanctity in agony, Prudence in indecency, Deafening silence In desperate screams. Such duality is fate.
You shined like a beacon in the black abyss, Calling out endlessly, and I answered. I'll always answer. I promise I will.
You were kind at first, And loved my words. Enjoyed my mind more than anyone has. You weren't repelled by sorrow,
Never Had Me
Day breaks again. I glow from within, Like a luminescent star Replaces my heart. Alone, but in peace. Not taunted by shadows