#sienna wolf

[sienna-wolf]

Wild Horses

You're everything I wish I could be,

The sunrise in November,

The smell of the cold air,

grass wet with dew,

boots crunching under my feet.

You're every wild horse,

free and beautiful.

Honey on the tongue of the blessed,

the first bite of the crispest apple,

the wind whipping through my hair as I sprint through that field.

Wild horses are etched into your bones,

I can see the soul in your eyes,

the drumming of your heart.

Please wait for me to escape my own barn.

I want to run too.

[sienna-wolf]

Gravity

Every delicate petal floats on the water,

every slab of stone sinks,

it's gravity.

They dance on the top of the water,

the sun filtering through the canapy,

the prettiest pinks you've ever seen.

I've been swallowing rocks my whole life,

stone after stone.

A failed anorexic with sand in my pockets,

mouthfuls of water filling my lungs,

drowning in my own distain.

No one says it,

but everyone has eyes,

I'll never float.

[sienna-wolf]

weave my stumbles into fine silk,

smoothe the whispers that wrinkle us,

forget-me-nots line the cotton mouth,

kiss me in my crucible,

please.

[sienna-wolf]

Perfect Victim

The front step of your parents house has worn into a slope,

and you childhood dog is never coming home,

but I'm clawing at your carcuss,

howling at your dad.

The chain on her necklace is worn down now,

your grandmothers picture in the fake gold locket.

Your copy of the bell jar from 1990 ontop of your noah kahan hoodie,

desperate to drown when youre in ankle deep waters,

but I'll dissect you anyway.

Patched up socks in your new nike shoes.

You're no Laura Palmer.

Placing every brick in this haunted house and then claiming youre scared of ghosts.

you said I looked like him.

I could wash you clean of all of this,

I'd leave you a fresh set of bones,

but im too fond of the scar on your wrist from when I told you not to jump,

the bump on your finger from refusing to type up our letters,

and all of the cancer inside of your lungs.

There won't be a headstone,

just a hole i keep digging.

I have his eyes,

cold and hollow,

a dip into a november river.

My teeth are too sharp for you now,

I will rip you up,

placing your pieces in your mothers arms,

climbing that mountain again.