Tomb
I dug up
Your letters
from
the mortuary
of my nightstand
Behemoth piles
mocked me
with it's
obsidian print
Bold
Cruel
Each envelope
I fingered
rippled my heart
with
earthquakes
as the subterfuge
of verbs
destroyed me
Covered the Raven
in
Dust
Like clockwork
I follow sick
protocol
Shoving and screaming
them back
to the tomb
of my drawerÂ
Aching for release
But I
am
cursed
to hold on
for just one
last
read