From pencil to paper

Listening to the chortles of a hundred sailors

The stifled sobs of women

So hypnotically beautiful

Their daunting melodies

A cavern of indispensable reveries

From pencil to paper

The turn of a page

A plague of anguish coming my way

Heaven’s trail tucked in comfortably

With the unfathomable darkness of the somber sky

A halcyon firmament lingering above

The abode of a yearning star

Where the moon brims heavy with light

From pencil to paper

The fidelity of the waves

Caressing the lucent white pages

The tempestuous waters split asunder

My dissipating reminiscence

—

An incorrigible sheet

Now vulnerable to words

A prime chapter

Meets it’s close

And shuffles against the hinges

Of her unkempt backpack

Buried in

Polyester.

tantalizing me. It is a dreadful deed that will forever remain venerable. It is a sin so gruesome, so petrifying, and so repulsive that it has degraded every other sin ever committed. It is a treacherous act that may never be forgiven. It is a deceitful act that will never be forgotten. It is a secret, that no matter how hard I try to annihilate, it will forever accompany me. No matter how hard I try to neglect it, it will be there, burned into my brain- burned into my memory. Everything else that I know of will continuously change. Everything else will come and go. It will stay the same. It will never leave me alone.