Mental Health
Haunting
I feel you lingering in my shadow, the wisps of your specter billowing like smoke in my iris within the mirror as a cold grazes along my spine to settle within my hollowed chest. You always return, in tandem with the steps I take somehow always following close behind. I hear you echoing in my laughter, the melody of your voice harmonizing with my baritone sound as I remember the joy we shared before the flames were blown out. You always write, in words you have spoken familiar yet, somehow always change the tune. I see you possessing all in my life, the faces of strangers resembling yours with the hardships they fall into as comes a point my feet can no longer run from the memory of you. You always appear in the same vision as in the past somehow always clinging to your youth. I grieve the loss of you, the woman I once knew and loved with the naïvety of a teenage girl as she had once wished to be like you but was instead left in the grave beside you.
By Krystyna Kwiatkowska14 days ago in Poets
Working Around the Mark
They built a winter inside my chest, without the mercy of falling snow— just the iron drop of sudden frost, and the sound of roots refusing to grow. They smiled with teeth like polished slate, and sheared the velvet from the fawn; they took the light that kept me warm, and called the theft an early dawn. It was not a blow of fist or stone, but an undoing, slow and neat, like pulling the thread from a living seam, till the heart fell quiet at their feet. Now the salt-lines dry upon the floor, where the ghost of trusting used to bleed. They hollowed out the temple walls, and left the dark to take the seed. And the quiet aches louder than the blade; a phantom ache in a missing limb. They walked away into the sun, while the room they left me in grew dim.
By Forest Green15 days ago in Poets
