A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Bleached Bones
Agoraphobia
Keep a calm mind
Even when the walls of your house begin to melt into spiders
I’m feeling your acid rain, on my bare skin
Bleaching the nerves white, blank, ghostly
Till the sins of childhood are wrung out like a bloody rag
–
In keeping the words you left me, the gospel of my heart runs clear
I used to use these stains to keep track of
My memories
But now its all
Clean
Grief is a silent hum
On the empty city streets
And it’s already tomorrow morning
Nobody else is awake
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