Entrance of the Healing Season

my summers

The water approached us like a jumped introvert

crying apologies

at the volume of a dying bird.

The backstabbing wife of silence,

the curator of livid dreams.

Open arms to catch our fractured bodies.

The suffering of fresh roadkill,

the pain of being overlooked.

Tries in vain to quench our thirst.

The feathers on the floor,

the cold glass sky.

He walks slow but we know what is written.

Two small severed wings,

the corpse in a jar.

The season of death won't be forgiven

  in a hurry.

When he finally comes..

I'm still frozen and

we're in tears.

He shines a light on every part of me

that's vulnerable,

forcing all the scars to heal.

Reviews

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

You mixed things together I wouldn't have mixed together and yet they worked perfectly and made me love this a lot! This really affected/effected me in a way I can't even describe it words

[Poe Redd]

Thank you. I love to hear that my poetry actually has an effect on people; it's still hard to believe.

[uNmAsKeD-dEluSiOns]

I felt the same way about my own haha