Poetry, Jezabel Castillo
I lay on the casket
of an insomniac
from rumination of
long gone retrospects
that cradles my heart
and lungs.
My body is choking
on grief from pungent defeat.
Mourn is all I’ll ever feel
when I think of the oak trees.
Undergo not feeling
abiding endearment
chews and spits my grace,
like picky moths
eating berries.
I fall back on
my hands and knees
begging for white lies
covered in honey.
I miss God
more than I miss
my relationship with
a human being.
For a long impious time,
i've been worshiping
the wrong numen.
Jezabel Castillo is a poet from New York. Her poetic themes are meant to help readers find a sense of belonging. She has been published in Every Writer's Resource. You can find her on Instagram @jezabelxc