Finders Weepers.

I choke on the small needles crammed into my throat.

Do not speak a word, do not cry for help.

I will run, run again from the pain I loathe.

All I ever wanted lies within his heart.

And I am afraid I will taint him.

He makes the earth fade so easily,

And a summer shield protects me from the cold.

Those feelings that harden my heart to the world,

They slide across my bones and heavy my arms.

Barely, can I lift off my quilt, my shame.

What do you see, what do you see?

Author's Note

05.28.22014

Reviews

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

This piece is absolutely beautiful.