COLD THIS HEATED HEART

Count those blessings when silence starts to sing
stick the pin that mother collected into your scarlet weeping wing
Stood upon salted wooden gallows
waiting as coldness dressed you within this forged sculpted forgotten forgiven skin
Another cracked dawn seeps across this blanket in night
Rooms posture as guessing creaking sounds
echo in chains
Sins are seated in a chair once inhabited where guilt dreamt in purple hazes
strung on guitar mornings
after drowning nights
She purged my head as the ocean bled

EMPTY THIS HEART UNFED