Hidden Death In My Closet Poem by Jessica Warrior

Conversation was dead
Anywhere behind her back
Words we picked by the mop of sorrow
The sorrow that used to sneak a peek
Anywhere that she could leak

He had his ladder
All the way to my window
Offering me daggers
Shining, beauties I could throw

But I cannot budge like an acceptant
I cannot resist the matter
I'm pinned to the walls of their theater
I cannot presume more than a portrait

Why not an end to this bother
Scuttling through the butts, thinking farther
For a belief you never owed me
I sought the barns of your agony
Thinking deep
The seas and deserts of fallacy
Through the steam, you're consuming the matter
Fell asleep, students of greed
All day in bed planting grief

Did you mean it?
Hiding death from her stretched presence
Did you mean it?
Growing grass all over the house
Did you mean it?
Hatred's a dentate heart not a status
It only swallows as it pumps
Not so far, not so far it catches
You planting all the effects

Did you love me?