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Achilles’ Heel
1 min readMar 3, 2020
Save us from liberty, from this thing you call truth if truth has a snag like a catch in a clause.
Save us from knowing for knowledge is stark, the bones of a branch bent with the blue.
Save us from quiet, echoes of absence, framed in the spine of a bench back curved thin.
Save us from loveliness in the shreds of a letter, lost from its place in warm hands, with a lover.
Save us from chill, from ache and displeasure, from stings of paper and wishfulness loosed from its fetters.
Save us from all and you save us from nothing.
Save us from no one, not even ourselves.
