is there still time?
unknown and unseen, ghosts tread lightly behind me. fate is punishable.
yet, the dull routine persists. kneel. clasp your hands tightly. whisper around his futile words until it all turns sluggish. pray his fire never diminshes.
those intimate whispers become half-told truths. the unpaid tithes were never the issue. something trapped between my two lungs deteriorates.
which of these ghosts dictate my holiness? i’m unable to find proof of why i was chosen, of why i’m here. (i am afraid of the fall. i won’t have to search long to find you.)
let my solitude cover us, cover me.
i cannot keep my mind—this labyrinthine graveyard, clean.
i’ve tried, but no lighthouse beckons my anguish home. my exit is too far to reach.
let me fall in. let my solitude destroy me.
my hands are wide open, my heart too. this will not be the end.
So good!!