Boarded windows blocking light,
empty glasses drinking thirst,
candles burning at no ends,
waiting for this new night.
I’m so sorry;
was always my house
but never my home.
Doorways open, dead rooms waiting,
silence broken, flesh escalating;
wing deprivation becomes providence
wings…. got no wings….
“So swallow all, swallow me”
he said, and then he looked away
“We’re not all hollow, can’t you see?”
“It doesn’t have to be this way…”
Just go away.