Innocent Blood

Innocent Blood

The quiet opens for me
like a wardrobe

The quiet parts for me
like swift waters

The quiet stares at me
like a gap in the floorboards

The quiet gathers around me
like the summer stars

Reluctantly
the quiet
presses the keys,
spreading wide
a song
of submission

At the altar of quiet
I place myself, an offering
with love
already sacrificed.

© Jesse Miksic, 2024-2025

A recent poem, posted for #PoemsAbout #ItsASin on Bluesky. Some low, simmering intensity, cut with reverent undertones. My own little religion of solitude.