“PRIMITIF” by Jacqleen

I laugh, and I no longer feel pain.
I take a breath and take the drive,
reaching a gap between existence and not,
between myself and life with you,

between a past that is beginning to rot,
and a future not yet in bloom.
You’ve led me on a dangerous dance,
tottering on the brink of a ravine
that knows no echoes but those of sighs and tears,
and here you’ve left me to cling to once branch
that juts out of the soil like a soul
that emerges from the grave but is stuck halfway,
between a past that is beginning to rot,
and a future not yet in bloom.

~Angreek87