Climbing Ivy

Pristine, and yet they crumpled
at the sight of a downward gaze
and yes, it faltered…

She recalled the night
and how it came to wrap her limbs
in its cerise and venom hold

(If this is night, am I the enemy?
Are all regrets at the pane, begging me to
hear?)

At 3am they all drew closer
Daisies bled their milky tears
and saved their hearts for truer falls

(If these tears could only know the scent
of their remorse…)

And so the gravel turned before her
into some place void of being
The hollow voices of a branch,
a splintered vision of herself

Broken hours crept within her
(These uninvited guests)
They reached her only in the dark
Climbing ivy, just to feel her

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