The Looking Glass Volume 37 | Page 73

Stigma and Lies

Elizabeth Harbaugh

Where are you?

I wrote a letter to the moon;

nothing as bright as you.

Me and you.

The sound of your singing

brings the red morning;

the sun suffocates me.

I couldn't protect you,

and we can't turn back now.

Like pieces of glass

the red blood is flowing.

I can't undo them.

Please save me.

Go away.

It’s endless,

even if I try to run,

even if I disappear,

it isn't erased.

Free me from this hell.

Find the me who was innocent.

Please illuminate my crimes.

I'm sorry.

Caught in a lie.

Please return my smile.

It was never you.