Poem

twenty-seventeen

She calls
She doesn't know why
The demons inside
She's broken

I question
She answers
Her mind moves like dancers
From left to right,
No end in sight

But I calm her
I hear it in her breathing
Just seconds ago she was seething
My words like honey, a sheathing

And now it's just a memory
Words of hurt, she said to me

xo_kae