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The Second Grave

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By Brie BoleynPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

They said I disappeared like a body lost in the tide wrong place, wrong time, wrong boy buried me alive But the dark has a way of teaching what the light never could Like how silence sharpens teeth and how to make it look good I counted every heartbeat like coins I couldn’t spend till I found a map in the madness and the making of an end Now I dress in velvet shadows A new name stitched in gold you built a cage around me once now I’m the story told I found more than just a fortune in that cold, forgotten place I found the kind of anger that rewrites a face They say dig two graves, darling if you’re hunting for revenge but I’ve been dead before you this is just where I begin I don’t need your mercy I don’t need the truth you buried me a victim I came back as proof There’s a fire in the diamonds there’s a pulse beneath the sea you took everything I was now look what you made me be No body, no witness no mercy, no crime just a ledger in my head and I’m balancing the lines So go ahead and pray for me say I’ve lost my way but I found a crown in exile and I’m wearing it today They say dig two graves, darling make the second one your own but I climbed out of the first one just to claim what I’m owed And if I fade when it’s over if there’s nothing left of me— just know I chose the ending when you chose to bury me

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Brie Boleyn

I write about love like I’ve never been hurt—and heartbreak like I’ll never love again. Poems for the romantics, the wrecked, and everyone rereading old messages.

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    Written by Brie Boleyn