A/N: Critique especially encouraged, as I'm thinking of entering this into a poetry contest. X-posted to my devArt account.


Throwing Stones

You throw your words
like holy stones,
like holy water wishes shown
through dreams you dreamt
when he was dead,
that doused the fire in your head
and gave you up
to sweet release
(though leaving never felt like peace).

You throw your words
like holy stones,
like you expect us to atone
for sinful things
we never did
(the secrets that we never hid)
when every little
harmless thought
begat the vengeance that you sought.

You threw your words
like holy stones,
like holy water wishes shown
through dreams you dreamt
when he was dead,
that doused the fire in your head.