2022.03.09

go back

a sleet of wings ran down my back
and a corsage of red broke down my nape
when i realized who i was.

i am the blank, my forever empty.

i am the space between
the blood and the asphalt

the being, the center of the shattered intersection

in wonder, an angel, a watcher, in halos.

i am the ever echo in the blinding stasis of death
and the whispers of comfort in the minds of tears.

fingers interlocked, halo ever glowing,

i choked its ring around your neck,
i bring you into my domain.

and so, in everything i say,

i am the blank, my forever empty.

and everything else,
forever be damned.