Moth's Wings

Alissa Black
What a mess you made
a perforation
in the creation of life.
You couldn't have thought
that this was okay.
How the hell were we supposed
to understand your logic?
But you did what you did
and now I'm searching for answers
not even God can give.
Wrapping my own grief around me
there's solace in the velvet dark
of dreams that allow us to cross
barriers of communication.
You should be here to explain
the craziness.
Anger floats
like summertime soap bubbles
on a breeze, never ending
extending
searching.
I want to pummel you
fall into your arms
slap your face
and make you take it back
until none of us remember
this transgression
that you gave like a rancid gift.

Published by Alissa Black

Teaching financial literacy workshops to middle-low income families this past year has helped me come to a firm understanding about what I want to do with the rest of my life. My goal is to change the lives...  View profile

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