Erasure poem(blackout) Half hanged Mary

Door opens to the sunset.

There's talk of demons,

choking off words.

.

Blue skin, a weedy cure.

Knotted despair,

a heart to burst.

Inside out,

A temptation sinks

to give up pain.

Wind seethes 

in my fluttering cloth.

Like stabbed hearts,

I dangle with strength.

I call on you.

Birds burn.

.

Trust, why suffer?

I understand.

-payalagarwal

TSL NaPoWriMo 2021#Day24