The Blood & The Bones

Sometimes revenge of the heart
is best served in the words of a song
allowing the lyrics to do
what silence could not

it will outlive the moment
it will travel farther than the pride
that suppressed the release
the no contact, the absence
the rules I set with a forced hand
when the first red flag is waved

memory is its accomplice
she is the verse that will not be skipped
pushed in spaces between somber notes
music does not wait for consent

even though I don’t write the songs
I hope you’ll hear
I pray they make you think of me
not because I want your feet upon my floor
or your hand upon my throat again
but because I know the bittersweet
forced remembrance can bring
long after we have ended

the blood
& the bones

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