Voyage
by Talia M. Reed

Though they dig into hell
Shall mine hand take them
though she climbs the wall
of her kitchen
and ties a noose of apron string
the bell won’t toll,
the bell won’t ring
and in these days
I seek death
but I have not found the moment
that brings that final breath
 A deep hard frost has rested
thick, stinging and tiresome
Isolated as the fallen bird, I’ve become.
 I tumble for you (above the ground)
I sink my teeth into your heart 
a true lover, renowned
I climb a mountain with but a rope
and sweat and blood and tears
destroying my returning path on this slippery slope.