They dragged their dirty little fingerprints across the dusty walls
Leaving such a mess but far less artwork than I ever did recall
I observed their reflection in the mirror that's no longer there
I felt their cold callous breath brush against me in the empty air
I witnessed their wet kiss of tradgedy dragging their marks across my painted face
A tear slid down my cheek in exchange for comfort perhaps experienced in the clutch of a lovers embrace
Echoes reverberated within every empty room
Nails, hooks, and thumb tacks seemed to whispter to me,
"It's time to leave soon"
The wood stove no longer warming
The cabinets all cleared
Drawers deep and desloate
But still I knew,
You're here
About the Creator
Kt
I embarked to my favorite coastline several years ago in search of feeling in a dark season and accdientally wrote a poem. I have written ever since.
Poetry is what my friends know me for, but words burn in my bones.
Comments (1)
First few lines crested an eerie tone, then heartbreak ❤️ Beautiful