Bourbon Graves

A Poem by Anna

Justice isn't in me

Only fire in my wake

Holy Hell is burning

Nothing left to take.

What scrap of home lingers

In the

Nothing in my

Chest?

Heaven don't accept me-

Even reapers

Shake

Their nest-

Even Death don't let it

Rest.

Author's Note

J.W.

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Added on December 22, 2020
Last Updated on December 23, 2020

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