Literature
Treasure hunter
What are you going to find, boy
while rummaging through these dusty boxes
and their bittersweet keepsake contents
that can act as salve and salvation?
What do you think you can do, or can discover
to soothe my ghost-kissed, wind pricked skin?
You can't quiet those murmerers who never existed
for anyone but me.
You won't have a thing left to fight for,
when you dig up all the ugliness in me
while trying to save the things you want.
come on, cast the scraps aside, to be sent to the heap
dig to my heart with your nails,
clawing through the walls
until you come to the other side.
Please, stop the cuts and stitches,
the resonating words