he tends to pretend
he can See the mountains eroding
and his ears, they can Hear
each breeze screaming over the seas
sometimes he reminds me
of the blistering rays the sun used to send
to heat the beating hearts
of those who pretend.
To remember is to lose them all over again.
this monotony has Her teeth in me and
cuts straight to the bone
She
leaks from open wounds
shaken loose from the cold
Her apathy rapidly grows
is it me
waking from stasis
with a howl in my throat
echoing through their graves
dampening winter coats?
is it me frozen in the snow?
and if so
i would give anything
to be left alone
to finally see
the Mountains erode.