You beckon me with the gentle thrust of your slender fingers, and engulfed in pride, I foolishly ignore your subtle motions. The intriguing shade of your eyes casts a shadow of doubt over me, and I am almost tempted to rethink my casual demeanor. There are no voids gaping in our chests,…
Shadows of memories
creep up to my ankles
pulling me down into the abyss.
I reach my hands up and
scream from my lungs
chin up, I try to resist.I’ll never escape,
unless I hide in the dark,
in the abyss that the shadow has made.
Even in the brightest of fields
the sun cannot heal,
the actions of my shame.So I carry these scars,
like broken body parts,
through the traffic of oceans I wade,
hoping that the light will somehow
dissipate the shadows into the waves.
