sky packed too tight
bruised blue
needs to split itself open
thunder the wedge
hammered into the heart
of the stone
of the sky
I won’t speak to you again
I will still sing to you
songs white as whispers
same frequency as ghosts
took shelter
in the shadows
beyond the lamps
replaced my heartbeat
with the syllables of your name
I think of the wish
whispered
into a wine bottle
at the end of a party
I wonder
when will it break
be set free
granted
will it be
when you most
need it
when your life
in more pieces
than the glass
than sand
sparrows dream songs
within the walls
a blizzard of butterflies
a tree shakes off
a torrent of rain
dipped its head
in the sky
my heart
more cave and cavity now
waiting for the collapse
I like how the last of the light
lingers in the tree outside my window
clings to all its small leaves
clinging to the branches
where you try to excavate
your encrypted heart
I wanted to touch the scars
upon your clawed at chest
your songs shriveling
to scent
scars like lips sewn shut
kiss without tongue
you were the wren
that led me
through the reeds
that stroked my sides
feathered my face