red-mouth secrets

I caught the scent of leaving like red staining a hunting trail.
behind, screams that burned silent.
ahead, a sky not meant for me.
standing on a knifepoint – you say the name that stops the bleeding.

stinging palms hold their secrets, and love’s not a trusting game.
you stood guard, eyes closed.
I buried myself with the tracks.
don’t follow the shouting – an echo only knows the way down.

the rain makes its thunderous promises to dry mouths.
we believe when we can’t see the sky.
we forget when we can’t see the ground.
there’s no magic here – it’s just our fear making faces of the dust.


About tehlorkay

writer of poems and longer things. restless wanderer of small-town streets. unabashed seeker of the true world.
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3 Responses to red-mouth secrets

  1. Keira Drake says:

    Love your poems so much. I RTd on Twitter. ❤

  2. Fida Islaih says:

    I love the imagery! It’s an amazing poem! Thank you for sharing.

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