If I throw myself to the sea, I should not die
I think
But become my absent mother
Embracing the darkness with tidal wave arms
giving home to the ones that garish Gaia cannot love
whispering with my shadows "come, I shall give you what they never could"
We are all secrets in the blackness
creeping away from florescents
Stifling anguished cries of capitals
and Capitals and secrets too often seen
Too often spoken of over dinner tables,
and coffee cups with a dignified hand to
A dignified necklace
"oh dear how tragic,"
Tragic, you say that I am
Tragic, a life that never was
Tragic, the undead girl at the stoop of your door
Half-truths fill your mouth like leaves
Like barnacles clinging to sunken masses
Minnow thoughts and prayers
Weaving, zipping, threading
In and out of empty words with empty chests
Of empty secrets
Oh my darling dearest,
We are tragedy
YOU ARE READING
Drinking Eridanus
PoetryThis is a new collection of poems. Themes include depression, death, grief, trauma and mental illness. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!
