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 sky

the sheer force of love
a single sustained note


these bitter truths
i've given you mean

they will all be myths in
a hundred years
or they will all be lies

the queen of open wounds exists
but she is only a
frightened woman wanting
to be more

she is only
a young mother crying
for her newborn daughter

a fragile sound
in a burning house
and there is nothing to do
but hope that it

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