BY LYDIA ROGERS
Wisps of words – Silence devours to;
cast, across a
Credence crumples on my sheets / Your silence derides my dignity
Swimming pool . . .
lying on the
bottom an oblivious atmosphere cocoons.
I call for you?
But fall deeper into the void of uncertainty.
Kneeling in a desert & waiting for rain
“Holy spirit wash over me”
Soak my sins, saturate my soul.
Jealousy seethes through these veins (a turbulent tension from your absence strains my jaw and
fists) compassion and contempt know no balance, they oscillate…
Submerge me in you. Will you hold my soul safely? So Death will whisper “see you again”
instead of “goodbye.”
You created mountains and the skies, daily your fingertips brush my eyes yet… I cannot see.
My loyalty e r o d e s from your
fueling anxiety and coiling my heartstrings.
I don’t deserve your
I am a bulb projecting light (contained) in my own glass sphere. Destruction promptly lingers at
these fingertips to grasp attention. Please… shatter my sphere.
Time is consistent / feelings stretch. Awaiting your reply, steadfastly fickle.
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