Callie Robinson

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.