ghostly
hear,
The wind laughing
like a clown,
growling like a howled down hound
can you hear, my daughter,
the death in it?
Listen,
closely and carefully
silent like the pond
I terrian
fostering
an ecosystem who pleads
to be found
dead dragonflies
decomposing
ripping and clawing
at their lack of flight
when you turn
your cheek.
I am starving,
my daughter.
my hunger
staring down an empty
pot
licking the leftovers
like the beast of a newborn dog
It knows nothing of why
yet starves to be gluttonous
hear,
the gurgling of my stomach
aching for the life in your
skin.
My daughter.
Hear it.
@twerp
This sounds like you are going through loss there? :(
Its beautifully haunting - your poem x
If you need 1-1 chat its 7cups.com/BrowseListeners
Take care,
GoldenRuleJG x
@twerp
I feel there is something intentionally cryptic in this poem, that tempts me to explore and devour.....
@sincerePineapple2070 If you are struggling with dark unwanted thoughts please log off and seek support 7cups.com/crisis and return once youve got support there.
If suits and related to what you are going through OCD UK maybe a good specialist site to visit.