poetry

unknown gods

I cried for her.

For all those years she hid herself
amongst the whispers
and the cobwebs
in the dark attic
of my
imagination.

For all those times she tried so hard
to shine her light
in every place
it was sure to remain unnoticed.

For all those ways
she jumped ship
when the storm
got too much.

Abandoned herself
to the whims
of unknown gods.

For all those fears
like small black seeds,
that get
stuck in her throat,
between her fingers,
beneath her eyelids.
Prickling her, like violins.

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