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 black little seeds,
that get
stuck in her throat
between her fingers
beneath her eyelids.
Prickling her, like violins.
unknown gods
omg I really love the way you write… The essence of the feelings beautifully portrayed here… This poem reminds me of one I wrote a time ago, it really touches me when I read yours, I feel like there is a connection. Here it is if you want to read it: https://vallgrey.wordpress.com/2020/06/19/in-her-mess/
It’s called “In her mess”.
“The sun is dying
It comes again
the woman’s cry,
when devil lurks upon her head
She spills
another dog between her thighs..”
ugh. So beautiful and so painful, all at once.. I love it. 💓
Thank you for reading it!!! I’m so glad you like it <3 <3
Smiles to you from Greece <3