by Megan Spreadbury
your words shattered through me
glass on concrete
pavement so cold
my soul lost all hope
shrouded in the dark
eerie echoing sound of larks
lingering in the corner of my mind
while time raced
and hearts paced
back and forth for hours
turning those words sour
my stomach lurched
as brown feathers perched
on stolen wood painted red
feathers fanning the dreaded
circumference of tethered
hope paving solitude
in murky swoops
while my body ached
drowning in the forsaken lake
you mistook as fate
when they called too late
its feathers fell
in rings around
pools of snow
melting in the glow
of morning sun
glinting off of what we’ve become