Spectral Solitude, Restless Unwavered
– After Terrance Hayes
Callie Robinson
A door leading to hallowed halls
Ghosts of sins hung over head
Razor sharp tongues lash at my vessel
Eyes unwavering from the portal to freedom
Hot-coal hands clasp onto my own
Alighting a flame throughout my form
Reminder of the box I inhibit
Words stopped short of my cotton filled ears
The taste of salt unregistered by the corner of my mouth
God’s form from the shadow disguised before me
Condemning me for wanting but I
Bounded by horrors stayed resolute
in earnest unforgiving indisputable innocence reborn
In light of a system needing
Author's Note: I love writing because it is the way I communicate, my way of thinking is kind of weird so when I talk I sound weird, but In a way I think I kind of talk in poems? Not only poems but I also like writing stories. I kept being unhappy with the way books ended, so I decided that I must be my own target audience and I started writing stories that I found to be literally satisfying.