Poetry: Cicada Sings
- Rebecca Bermudez
- Dec 19, 2017
- 1 min read
Today is one of the better days
In which escapism thrusts me into an
Adventure I actively seek; anything to
Forget how cold and dull I have become.
I've hardened, my well of empathy
Dried up and tears flow now not for
You, my love, but because I crave
Who I was when I could feel your
Pain. I gave you everything I
Was, everything I could have been and am now an
Empty cicada carcass still decaying in
November. Wings flicker with a hiss as you
Crushed me under your boot, or is it my
Boot because last time I checked you're
Gone and I'm still here fluttering about with
A broken shell.
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