We chose the wrong words
And we are unforgiven again.
Forever lost in mirror eyes,
They did not care to comprehend
The nature of this beast —
And the slow leak in the vein.
We surrender our arms —
Our hands —
But we cannot make it right.
We are impenetrable shadow now,
Shifting below the midnight branches.
We are swollen with swallowed words,
Bound to the machine.
We cannot rewind the hands
Or count our way back to undone.
These seeds were planted while we slept —
Nourished by another spring —
And we’ve had no luck
Cutting through the undergrowth.
Sharpen the blade,
The tempting knife.
The taste of blood is so sweet —
Even if it is our own.
And because we cannot cut in deed
Let the language make it real
That we might feel
Or cease to feel.
A low growling scratches the dark.
An owl calls.
Watchful eye —
We await the predators —
Winter’s sharp bite —
And the forgetfulness
Of the grayscale dream.
We can never redeem ourselves now.
(Shared for OpenLinkNight at dVerse Poets Pub… link here.)