by Beth K Hannah
i won't etch your name on my tombstone
for archaic sentiments never became us
the same way that my skin under your nails
never did either.
you knew all 19 times that i would never say no
or that i would never say yes
for there is no shame in keeping one's eyes closed
and murmuring nursery rhymes.
but i underestimated the weight
of something bigger than both of us
and how it gnashed and clawed at my ideology
that i could never fall into the light
because i burn too easily.
and i still wait for the shadows to fall
and trees to reach into my room
their branches dirty and sacred
the same as our bodies entwined
on your basement floor.
there is a hallowed ground in my soul
and you were never find it.
and if i ever do find it
i will make sure all maps and pictures
are locked neatly away
under my eyelids
Posted on 05/13/2010
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