a fragile sound in a burning house
fifteen years wasted
burying myself
in the small details and
what i never noticed was the
enormity of the skythe sheer force of love
like
a single sustained notelisten
these bitter truths
i've given you mean
nothingthey will all be myths in
a hundred years
or they will all be lies
the queen of open wounds exists
yes
but she is only a
frightened woman wanting
to be moreshe is only
a young mother crying
for her newborn daughtera fragile sound
in a burning house
and there is nothing to do
but hope that it
matters
