poems for those left behind | interlude ; cecily
Dec 3, 2021 22:36:48 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Dec 3, 2021 22:36:48 GMT -5
( part one )
"my name is maddox."
and it's beautiful
like the sound of rain falling
and it's terrible
like the thud of their body against the earth
a halo of blood and an emerging sun
out from behind the clouds
reflecting in their eyes
/ in Maddox's eyes
call it a coronation
and it's hard not to feel traumatized
when you kill a person who refused to die
because what does that mean for her?
hope is a lie she chooses to believe
she fears a blade
of her own forging
her fists squeeze by her side
the memory of a trigger
ripping through her
like a gunshot
it's familiar in the worst way
syllables and secrets
a tear slides down her cheek
a wasteland gives way to trees
remembering
as real as anything
"hey, sis?"
"yeah, maddy?"
"race ya!"
"my name is maddox."
and it's beautiful
like the sound of rain falling
and it's terrible
like the thud of their body against the earth
a halo of blood and an emerging sun
out from behind the clouds
reflecting in their eyes
/ in Maddox's eyes
call it a coronation
and it's hard not to feel traumatized
when you kill a person who refused to die
because what does that mean for her?
hope is a lie she chooses to believe
she fears a blade
of her own forging
her fists squeeze by her side
the memory of a trigger
ripping through her
like a gunshot
it's familiar in the worst way
syllables and secrets
a tear slides down her cheek
a wasteland gives way to trees
remembering
as real as anything
"hey, sis?"
"yeah, maddy?"
"race ya!"
