graveyard tending
not all ghosts sleep
some call to be heard
from across the threshold
we meet once more
dear one,
no one compares to your light.
Tag: threshold
Poured lead in my heart
Put the brake through the floor
Laid my mind down
straight-jacket lullaby
and Novocaine was so smooth I forgot to notice
the walls crying, the floor moving away from my feet
and the softness in dying
I feel gratitude like a bell
cracking through silence.
It rings. Rings. Grows quiet.
My heart ruptures too, like this.
It gets in.
Changes me.
The roses arrived on fire, tips burnt out sunset mirrors.
I am read, opened like a diary
At the threshold
they turn me,
Him already there,
waiting.