My heart is black and dust
Nothing of it remains now
Beyond hope and saving
Leave it there, leave it
In pools of tears and pain
No one needs it
No one wants it
No one will miss it
Closed now forever
No more risking it
There is no point
Put it away in the dark
Leave it to the webs
If it were up to me
I would rip it from my chest
Throw it in the fire
Let it burn like chaff
Let it burn and char
Let it melt away unused
Simply broken
Leaving this empty
Husk
About the Creator
Savannah K. Wilson
She/Her | Australian 🏳️⚧️ Author
Queer and all class with a touch of sass! (or maybe the reverse!)
short stories, poetry, life experience
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
Stunning work—made me emotional. Sending all my love & hoping you’re okay.
I understand and feel this. Sending love your way!
Poignant, cloying hooks in your verbage. Clearly prose from a heart that's sick of the suffering in this world. I can feel the pain of the author. Hope you're doing alright and please dun be afraid to hit me up if you wanna chat about it at all. I'm always down to be an ear to bend.
Savannah, do you want to talk? Meg and I are here for you. I see your big heart and I need your friendship. I understand the burn, the pain is unfathomable yet you will, I promise to all that is good and loving, find a better place within yourself. Love, Another Mother in Sweden
Gurl, what happened??? Are you okay??? 🥺❤️