2024-05-09

poetry/l/library4.txt

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+Library Prompt IV
+2024-04-21
+
+***
+
+I accost my friend under endless starry sky.
+"Hey, Nameless? What if we threw you a party
+to find a new name which we can call you by?"
+He glares with eyes half-closed: sorrowful, most likely,
+although I know he'll never expose his feelings true.
+"I must refuse. I know I was once called by name.
+If you renamed me, I'd never be able to exhume
+what was once written but now carefully erased."
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander

poetry/l/library5.txt

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+Library Prompt V
+2024-04-22
+
+***
+
+Under occlusive skies better left unnamed
+I toss and turn in bed, wracked with the pain
+of reminder that elsewhere in the state
+someone still towards me holds illest will,
+thinks less of their memory of me
+than perfection's divinity.
+I try
+to remind
+myself less as a salve
+than a desperate attempt to keep myself calm:
+the body takes seven years to recycle its cells,
+meaning no part of me experienced their hell
+and for what I did am no longer responsible;
+when I left, I made the cleanest break possible,
+and if they haven't changed that yet I doubt they ever will.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander