Her Innocence

Sometimes my wretched heart just wants to decay,
I try and try but every time, I cant get away,
Under these white sheets you can find me as I lay.

I’ve been bleeding into this fountain for so long now,
The crimson has taken its place at the bow,
Grind your teeth for six seconds longer, make it loud.

Shaking the ground with your extravagant appearance,
Discouraging my production of filth into this sea,
Washing her dirty dress making sure there’s clearance.

Now I can see the heart that tried to swallow me whole,
The crack that stretched over all of her so massively,
Layered in the ashes of lost lovers, dark as coal.

The defilement of everything I’ve ever loved,
Wishing upon the dove that attacked from above,
I wonder what you’re pleading your innocence of.

Ian Robert Potapoff