In The Wooded Places

and maybe

if lucky and let to breathe

they would have wounded each other

as we have

while we let our hearts pump blood

into each other’s open chests

as we have

feel the fear of death

as we now know what it means to

live

You will bleed on me

when I break into your secret

but we will have prepared

and trained for it

as soldiers do we will know that blood is the sacrifice for even the hope of everything good

kept in the open and never to rot

and never be thrown away

Jessicat Blackwood

Let me inside you. I will walk the hallways of your heart, I will sweep and mop the floors. I will polish and dust all the little trinkets made of memories and emotions. I will make the beds and do the laundry. And finally I will open that door that holds only cold and silence and blackness and I will walk in that space and fill it with candles and torches and singing and laughter and the darkness will be purged, and then finally you will emerge shy and timid and I will hold you close.