I Ache

A poem from The Green Hour

Photo by oskar holm on Unsplash

I hide behind the willow
bush, thorns ripping
my hands and feet.
Blood trickles, hydrating
pain buried deep.
I pull the knife
out of my throat
and wail at the gods.
My tears conjure storms.
My animosity separates
truth and lies,
still I ache.

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