Words

Maggie Sunseri

 

She was not meant for this world,

the air too hot and thick,

like the blood that puddles on every city street,

too many dead people wearing smiles,

like chickens with their heads cut off,

aimlessly searching with their eyes shut tight.

 

But there is a whisper that echoes in the night,

a voice that tugs from deep within,

like a steady heartbeat or a slow, deep breath.

Cling to that sound and you will be safe

from the demons with human faces,

and the ones that dwell within.

 

Look now and feel the warmth

of a pair of hands over a flame,

a single candle that lights the path,

with the help of the full blood moon.

Don’t walk too fast or you’ll miss a turn,

don’t let the emptiness reach your eyes.

Use your words to fill the void,

let the space between thoughts become your friend,

remember always that your voice is a weapon,

a torch to slay darkness.

 

She was not meant for this world,

or maybe it was not meant for her.

At least she will have her words.