"tellico plains, tennessee"
at the junction i
could hear whispering voices.
there is no time for you
and i.
hands and fingers tied together like a
timber hitch. we could never hold this
burden. gentle eyes flicker like silver in the
morning light. amber mixed in
warm cream. those same hands found you
in the moss and stone, bleeding.
grey highlands are timid when
they stretch their arms.
crows held my shoulders when i cried in the
shadows of pine. days pass and weeks pass. it
does
nothing.
after a slow walk to the chapel
stairs. there is judgement that could
set me free.
i say little
more than simple words.
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