Let me tell you a secret from
My days back when
I thought I'd grow old but
I'm not so sure anymore
If heaven is as warm as hell
And I don't like cold places
Rain frostbite on my eyelashes
And snowflakes on my tongue
Shiver down whispers inside
My glass that keeps me
Warming up to the idea that
I might one day be his wife
Lingering on cheap cotton
Sheets of ice melt
Down the fits and trembling
Blue fingers bruised by
My eyes like icicles
Always sharp and just a bit
Deadly sins dancing along
Mix tapes of old country songs
My mother would play when
She decided to drink to
My anxiety growing in
The generous spirit of
My tongue or my lips or
When it isn't the fog
Because the weather is
Playing with my body and
Digging my grave with
Ways it could go wrong for
Silver rings forged by
Hail slowly falling onto
My word is good
For nothing more than a
Marriage certificate
Dripping frozen ink as if
The antagonizing rhythm of
Nobody's business but
Everybody's climbing the
Shoveled slick staircase causing
My sharp breaths to stand
On my house made only
Of playing cards or
Maybe they play with
Telling me that I haven't
Tried as hard to talk to people
Believing or maybe knowing
I haven't suffered enough from
My heart strings pulling
On my sleeveless smile
While it tugs against my
Frigid muscles waiting to waiver
To change to a frown
Or perhaps a sprained ego
Slipping on the only thing
Keeping me in this winter as
My guts spill because
I can't keep a secret.
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Death Threats ♡ poetry
شِعرThrough years of building secrets and multiple lives, I've collected all of this poetry. The first random person to actively support my online poetry ended up sending me death threats a few months after I began assembling my first collection. I bloc...