Dreams While Playing Dead
May she who knows
how to chisel the key to
these glass cages
please come forth &
speak truth into me.
How does it haunt you?
To look into the eyes
of your only believer
and snatch their faith
right from their hands?
How does it feel to
dissolve ties such as these
with something as simple
as your silver tongue?
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Love the ending!
You won’t believe this, but I recently wrote a poem with the same title. Love the title. Looked it up for its tarot and dream inter meaning. I think you did a wonderful job fulfilling the promos of the title.
Fantastic title.
Didn’t finish my comment. I often get my comments in the wrong place. The poem was chilling.
Strong invite into the poem:
May she who knows/how to chisel the key to/these glass cages/please come forth & speak truth into me.
And, wow, that last line.