Ficlets

i’ve kept it quiet like a secret in surrender
no arid thoughts have crossed my mind
and it’s still freshly sewn and slightly tender
the aching gashes left inside

this isn’t a song to beg you back
it’s a song to tell you how much we’ve changed
to think that evenings in the moonlight
would change to nightmares
in the rain

and it still burns like severed words
you left torn across your wake
leaving ashes in our lake
strewing holes across my face.

you’ve desecrated what was left