Friday

Friday, the day the devout hold their breath,

Where nothing begins but the whispers of death.

I was born on such a day when the sky would not speak,

Under chandeliers shivering, fragile and bleak.

Thursday dissolves like a ghost through a wall,

And Friday arrives with no mercy at all.

They say not to move when the veil’s growing thin,

But I always step forward, perhaps that’s my sin.

I pass by the mirror with hesitant grace,

Afraid of the stranger that lives in my face.

A crooked reflection, too still to be mine,

Its mouth doesn’t move, but it judges just fine.

I hear them, the voices, too many to count,

They tally my sins like a sacred amount.

“You take up too much,” they hiss in a ring,

“And offer the world not a singular thing.”

But, I am more than what reflection can consume.

I sleep with the dust in a candlelit room.

She calls me in silence, with coal in her breath,

Her lullabies stitched from the fabric of death.

Her eyes are obsidian, bottomless, wide.

She smiles like a ghoul that forgot how to hide.

She teaches in silence, through bruises and bone,

That love is a myth we must build on our own.

Still, I falter, was I meant for this role?

A daughter of ruin, a moth with no soul?

Yet bloodline runs backwards, through salt and through soot,

And she carved her mark deep in the arch of my foot.

Now on this damned day, I rise not with pride,

But with trembling limbs that have nowhere to hide.

With ash in my throat and doubt on my skin,

I walk through the door and let Friday begin.

And if dawn demands I burn for her name,

Then let me be flame, let me never be tame.

Let the bells toll low and the perfume turn sour,

I was never a child. I was always the hour.

Reviews

[Dave W.]

Well written rhyme, so bleak, so mournful, so heart felt. I feel the sting, I feel te hurt, such words penned, this moved me. I hope one day theburden lifts, I hope you find the peaceyou need, I hope happiness.....

[Michael Sun Bear]

You remind me of Edgar Alan Poe, there is such a dark, sinister feel to this. It is so bleak, You have me wondering what was your inspiration. Some of the lines I really like, one being: Then let me be flame, let me never be tame. Another: She teaches in silence, through bruises and bone. Write on, I will check in from time to time. MSB