Dear Angel,
I’m standing next to your hollowed out tree
As you move away, so beckoningly.
It’s grown so
Quiet in my head, my hatred’s come unbound.
All the voices in unison listen to your sound.
From my hand I can sense you looking up at me.
So soft is the orb that I pleasantly squeeze.
In the other, I’m gripping a warm silver spoon.
It’s hard to believe it felt cold to you.
Dear Angel,
Please, tell me.
Please, yell out.
Please, scold.
Your song so much different
From the ones that I hold.
Dear Angel,
To yourself
Give mercy
Through rest.
For me, you held my chest.
For you, you fear death.
Dear Angel,
Sweet justice, please relinquish Crete.
The quickest progression. The simplest defeat.
I can’t take
Anymore of this chorus of rotes.
I’ll rebuild Knossos, then burn down their ghosts.
I told you, you’d feel their hands inside your gut
Now as you crawl, it’s slowly pulling out.
Your fingernails torn out, left deep in the stone.
Your voices betray you, you’re not going home.