#e.carry

[E. Carry, 2026]

sing me home

back to our nest

where I find your eyes

I’ll lay to rest

pebbles strike panes

I’ve sheltered behind

until shattered shards

requite the night

pull me down

from the spired pyre

outrun the stars

to carry the weight

bruises ‘neath your daylight grin

aches shadowing every win

let me shoulder words hushed

in moments ‘tween rush and rest

allow me

to walk hallways your grief

barefoot tiptoes of reverent belief

your sorrow a cathedral

and I a moth drawn not to light

but the dark that shaped it

I will not flinch at what’s done

I’ve seen your ghosts and named a few

for there is a beauty in how you come undone

soft seams unraveling into webbed truths

allow me

to hold silence at its sharpest

to sit beside uncried tears

to be stillness in the storm

when even night forbids sleep nearer

I cannot promise peace

nor healing songs

I will hum your hurts to sleep

in lullabies made of wrongs

each one a thread I’ll gently keep

when you cannot speak, breathe

I’ll listen to what it means

for when you falter and fall, believe

I’ll stay here, unseen and near

allow me

not to fix nor to forget

but witness unflinching grace

sacred mess you make of regret

and love you still

no less

tell me you remember

give me permission to forget

remind me who I was

who I am

who I may

be

one day again

let me give up

I’ll hang my hat

in a closet above

torn scrapbook pages

lining the floor

I’ll always pick up

especially when it’s sad

I’ll draft up your tunes

‘til my fingers turn blue

and dust gathers on the

paperback tower skyline

of brickwalled

sunflower

wrapped in cellophane

‘longside a delicate spray

dried florals and wishbone slivers

last nerves into a match

to keep alight the march

when will it finally be

enough

for the rest to draw

{hard/front}

lines in kerosene

they’ll feel it soon

how our still-great heart

pounds drumbeats in their ears

say it louder

just once more

that you prefer avoiding ___

as it creeps nearer your door

regardless

in cold, dead night

they enter

knockless

wake up

we speak a common language

all too familiar

I pray you never understand

dare not threaten

your fragile perception

swaddled in silk-spun delusion

a thought behind gauze

whisper, not whistle

lest you quake the wind

fearing it carries

too much your crown to hold

call it betrayal

when silences sigh

or glances

refuse to bow

no storms here,

I promise you, my dear

merely hushes of thoughts

mistook for

waged war

upwardly, you trudge

hero of a tale unrecalled

cheered on by ghosts

all your own design

wounds self-drawn

medals you flaunt

and still demand parades

for escaping your very own shade