winter faery

there are no dreams
there are only scenes
that have left me
open in wound
the dark nightmares
harsh and consumed
in breaths left in aftermaths
the ancient lakes
screaming loons
in the winter with faery
opening my chest
she tries to be daring
in wintered wings,
while she met the morning screams
i wept for days
into moments they made
me crazed,
the forest that met me
and pet my shame
always awakening
to remember a name
Written by mariellewrites
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