Nocturnal | April 13, 2025 (09:20 AM) |

no one ever comes back for me.

lost girl took a walk in the forest,

barefoot, unclothed, and shunned.

her prayers are rituals for the witches,

great wishes they heard as curses.

no one ever comes back for the nocturnal girl,

the eyes of the owls blink permanently.

all eyes seem to open when she's turned around,

but no one ever comes back for the nocturnal girl of our town.

howled loud to fill the absence of the wolves,

reached for the distancing moon.

the witches made potions, threw sack over her head

brutal they had led her to a deathbed.

crushed by the rocks of her mother's image,

her father's bones and ghost are worn by all men who had left. 

there came soldiers arresting her right to be herself,

got dragged down the cliff with assurance that she's felt.

got burnt through growing up,

ashes breathed had made her tough.

yet, no one ever comes back

no one ever came back.

they took the matches after burning her matches,

no fight was ever fought, 

no thought was ever fought.

the warrior in her faith built in her own cage,

the phoenix that flew in had retired from their cheating.

no one ever comes back,

she asks why no one ever comes back.

never was rusty, functioned to light up the night

never went empty, always the droplets she preserved from scorching sunrise.

no one ever comes back for me,

and it hurts to see time report it to me.