Foxglove

Photo by Annie Spratt via Unsplash

~

My lungs are

congealed in softness,

heart marshmallowed

beneath this

silver-shot cage,

ribcage a forgotten forest

of foxglove,

lavender, and sage,

and to the ghost of my wounds,

I whisper sweet nothings

with intent,

a satin spoken soliloquy

reeking of silken consent,

a rhapsody in yearning

that sets onyx hearts alight,

scorching the walls

of this prison,

and beckoning in slivers

of dark delight.

~

©️ j.sexton