Lain – Day 8

I want to lie
in the middle
of my sins
filthy ash
& be reborn again
chip away
at this porous bone
and take a scalpel
to my brain
& the long, winding road
of twisted hate
in a house
that was never home
inside sinew, beneath flesh
and forge a path.

I have memories of you
and I don’t
and none of it really matters
because you can’t find the circumference
of a line, a segment, or a ray
but I now have hope, and this cyclical ache
during the day-to-day, I know its power
its shame and I’ve given it . . . a name—

It’s all poetry
but you’ll never comprehend

© Grace Black



Welcome to the October Poetry Journey!


Today is Day 8 of #OctPoWriMo  join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!


Love and Ink,


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