Floating On All Sides
New mantelpiece, pinewood as heart's custom;
A waning fire's bed, her girl loving thwarted—
...I've sparkled my fingers' approach to this hearth.
I've kicked too long at its dousing birth.
As her skull's cracked by charcoal intent shears,
The Wintertime's frost slowly pulls out of her tears.
...You're the shadow in me, my upturned face—
Passing through this pine; this death; this hell of fireplace
For so familiar, so close, you seem in its embers;
I swear you're with me tonight in the deep ether.
...As the ashes seed to this wastely churn—
The flames may fall, but darling, I remember; you burn.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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