Winter

Its a winter
like the one you disappeared into
Only this time,
I am hiding my face beneath sheets
like a burial
under plastered prayers

Somewhere
A girl is tearing apples
from a tree
Placing pieces of her heart up
in their stead
to attempt to make sense
of the branches emptiness
But no number of apologies
poured over its roots
Can block out the sounds they make in the night

Oh brave warrior,
You were always rushing water
I, the heavy fingertips.
These forests
they pull blood from my cheeks
and bones from my closet
I'm just calling
to stop the room from spinning

Please,
let me set these mountains down.