25 there, at that homely prison

there, at that homely prison

I was to remove myself

from the place I had longed to leave

within twenty-four hours,

with no place to go,

 

no hope left in my bones,

and a false sense of love to cling to.

I dragged my feet, heavy with cement,

encased in the cold water

 

that reminded me of my chest,

encircling my ankles, then my knees,

whispering for me to join the earth,

and come home, come home.

 

Hanging around like a persistent and

annoying friend, Darkness with cold hands

and ever present in my bones, I wandered

through the night, unable to sit still, to detach it.