Scorched
I have nothing left to give.
I’ve been stripped of teeth and skin.
Now all that remains
is tender resentment
pressed against calcified apathy,
and it burns.
It’s burned disdain where I once felt love,
It’s burned away my very continuity.
All I’ve been left with
is an ashen tongue
to catch the embers.
Reaching in hopes of tasting rebirth
through a single spark.
Deliverance through damnation.
If my wings won’t carry me skyward,
then they’ll drag me below kindled sand.
So my devout prayers
became blasphemous invocations
once I was done
being bled in silence.
@TempleofRain
This is breathtaking. These lines, "So my devout prayers became blasphemous invocations once I was done being bled in silence." just left me in silence. Not the type of silence where you're not speaking but the only thought in my head was these words replaying over and over again. I hope to be able to read more of your writing soon! 🐠
@TempleofRain I loved this, it was awesome. Thank you for sharing. 🤗