a lump rose in my throat for you
and exactly three tears fell
they escaped.
they did not have permission.
after this, i decided
to embrace the release
but i could not force the rest.
they are now collecting
like the water by my home,
it's been raining so much this month
that all the flowers have died
they are now collecting.
festering.
seeping through my flesh
with a stench
like the smell
of hopes that
are
so
useless
YOU ARE READING
the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
