Kindra M. Austin slays Poe on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen
Tears go by
as years expand from Heaven to horizon;
and I scale the mountain ranges risen in
consequence of your death.
or some other guardian breathes for me
whilst my lungs delight in respite
from high altitudes.
the winter of my youth,
stillness settles deep into bone,
and I am reconciled.
You visit upon me
and I am happy here
at the summit.
© 2019 Kindra M. Austin