light and airy; peaceful, serene–
pretty words with dips and swells
to leave you feeing all is well
…even if it isn’t so
who’s the wiser; who’s to know?
I’d rather the sting of raw honesty
that rips out your gut
and sets your thoughts free.
So send me your sadness
while holding me under,
take out the sweetness, throw it asunder.
Drown me darkness
make me feel carnage;
write of your baggage.
Write of your passion,
your madness, your anger;
the bowels of depression
the look from a stranger…
write of the blood that flows in your veins
or spills in the streets; write of your pain.
Fill me with words that you’re itching to share
ready when you are, please take me there.
© Ginny Brannan 2022