two years ago, on Christmas eve, i made an appeal and stood in your court i asked you to revoke my status- from a stranger to a lover, or friends who love each other but you declared me guilty and sent your troops, with cannons aimed at my gate if you had asked me, "will you survive?" my answer would've been a big no but here i am writing this one final ode because i finally survived in that war
This poem is part of my Velvet Coffin poetry series.