In a peaceful valley
Contradictory caustic chronicle
Innumerable years of naught
Vultures mark the spot
Vengeful young hover
Elders perch, peck, hunch
Barren eyes follow
Generation after generation
They keep coming back
Constant flow of marrow
Crimson drops
On rusted barbed wire
Hopeless bones
Lay naked in golden grass
It’s a jail of sorts
Hidden in the forest
You never really leave
No
Not without scars
And arms heavy
With broken hearts
Now
No one can save you
Morbidity built bars
Destroy beautiful boy
Luck doesn’t exist
Stick the knife in
Twist
Death emulates childhood
/dad wasn’t very nice to me when I was a kid/
Words unworthy of waiting
But worth the weight
Shadows cough, snore, rasp
Through the door
On the right
Just down the hall
All mine now
In the house
Without a home
Sun went down
Took all the color and
You, brother
Whispering prayers
Shuddering wings
Resurrect dust
Settles in my chest
Cementing image of
Your pallid face and
Quiet hands of grace
(Image by Elicia Edijanto)
In a house, without a home: how simple, and how true.
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Hauntingly beautiful, love. ❤
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Thank you Christine ❤
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❤ Much love to you, dear heart! ❤
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Thank you love ❤
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Oh my heart. Hugs!
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Thank you AP ❤
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