Full Moon

'What is it? What is it that you see?'

He asked

I choked on silence

Beneath my ribcage was a hollow tree

and it was rotting at the core

Seven oceans had drowned me 

and nothing could save me

 

He took my hand in his

and like spring showers 

pattering on stained-glass window panes

he planted soft kisses all over my body,

but I felt nothing

 

He let go of me

and like the absence of the full moon

I realized true darkness

Nothing; I see nothing

 

Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741