Still
I was so
Unready, then
When the sky went dark
I had looked away, at first
Labelled it a trick of the light
White flags, stained red by trauma
Warning cries in jumbled morse code
Begging me to please be re-deciphered
The second time, I'd leaned in further
Scraped my belly on the ocean floor
To pull you back out of yourself
To bring you back to me; us
Back, as if you had been here and
Not off navigating oceans of your own
Duck diving down for spare parts of me
Unable to form deep under pressure
With the rest of my sinking ship
This time, I see everything
I hear only static and strings
Frequencies, mounting in all directions
The web ripples inward, yet I cannot feed
Perhaps it is the nature of our nourishment
Or the spectrum that the light shines through
Revealing a darker yet not unfamiliar red
Woven three ways, with three points
Aiming squarely at the apple
Poised upon my tongue
In your empty space
Steady, now
Loose
About the Creator
J
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil
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You do have a way with words. Subscribing to check out some more.
Excellent! Form meets content quite successfully here!