The Devil is in the Details and so are the Fae
I kept this to myself for so long because I was too afraid you'd find it here.
A fallen tree was found
lain across the fields outside my door.
In the tallgrass it slumbered.
Its bark bleached from the sun
and weathered smooth.
Someone carved from it a heart -
though I know not
how long it stood.
They branded abbreviations and made a wish
to carry their love to the stars.
I know not their names,
but these letters matched our own.
And but for a moment I felt the sun graze my cheek,
tilt my chin
and offer a kiss.
But there was something behind his smile I could not see.
I could not see, but I could feel.
A sign from the Universe
plagiarized!
by the Fae.
It came not on the wings of a song
or with tender hues.
It was a heart - my heart! - carved into a corpse.
Infested with insects
and roiling rot
How they mock me!
With a wish I never whispered,
but one I traced on your shoulder.
A promise we never made,
but one I swore when I kissed you goodbye.
Though my heart rested well within my chest,
I felt it bleeding -
beating within that rotting corpse,
carved by someone else's blade.
About the Creator
Rae Janney
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
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