High Notes

We have conquered these hours,
but lost the night.
The darkest of your thoughts
now revel in my light.

Your resistance has drawn
a hundred sparrows in my back.
Their wings so bloody,
our eyes turned black.

I've arrived delirious,
I leave your house adorned.
Clothed in sweet nothings,
this queen of the damned.

You and I,
form a band that never was.
High notes trapped in my ribcage,
like the holy ghost they haunt me.

Embrace me in your sins,
draw the maps to your treasure.
And everything you’ve hidden,
in these verses I will save.

Christine Göös