A Quiet Farewell
A Quiet Farewell
by Drakovi Bloodrose
If I rest here, hidden,
pressed to the cold steel bones
running alongside the I-10,
would the world change without me?
Would the sky, indifferent, shift,
or the earth tremble beneath
the weight of my leaving?
The ache—heavy, bound in silence—
spills over, seeps through each wound
I could never close.
My past follows like a shadow,
its voice woven into my own,
its weight unyielding.
I’ve even shattered love,
left it scattered like glass,
sharp edges catching light
that I can’t hold.
So I lie down, breath stilled,
letting this final quiet settle,
untethered from tomorrow,
slipping softly from this place
like a whisper fading
into open air.
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