solas | D12 cbd!
Jan 2, 2024 3:57:35 GMT -5
Post by ✌ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ on Jan 2, 2024 3:57:35 GMT -5
inevitably, you are boring.
and it's a relief almost, the
knowledge of it.
there's a party on tuesday night-
you're invited because
you're like a sparkling wine.
ephemeral on the palette,
welcome only until your
sweetness becomes nauseating
and you're lonely again
so you don't go
there's an empty house at the end of the woods
other folks walk a mile to avoid it but
your hands have always known
the gardens there and when
she passed away you kept
the roses blooming.
you had nothing else.
and the bottles and jars
in the cellar with the old
book on the mantle with
the letter, wax seal
broken, heir she
named you,
solas
hedge witch
eighteen
and it's like this:
before her, you
were nameless
you were nothing
after her, you
have so much
it aches
and the chalk
in the drawer with
the candles and
the herbs, dried
burning
pyre
she was alone before you.
