Crayon and Ink - Allison Crowe

The Arctic surrounded my cold wooden room

I don’t think I’ve ever felt so warm

These waters brought back to me

What I reluctantly believed

And I watched as the 4 corners gave way

To the ice and the life and the death

And the warmth

And they were all joined together

In that one instant I could

Feel you crushing me

But I didn’t want to remember what it felt like

To be alive

And still feel so cold

In crayon and ink

What I understood the least

Were these words not spoken

Out of fear of the law

Or self sacrifice

And I never thought that confirmation

Would come in to play

And these words were never going to be on

The tip of your tongue

And I was locked in a place

That I’d never seen before

Without windows but

With curtains hanging on the walls

And I was forced to believe

All I had

I had to self-deprivate

And I was proved wrong

When you came back

In a room filled with nothing

This table looked away from me

A kick to your foot and a twist of your head

And I saw that you were afraid

But if you think that I was just being cold

You don’t know how scared I was

In crayon and ink

What I understood the least

Were these words not spoken

Out of fear of the law

Or self sacrifice

And I never thought that confirmation

Would come in to play

And these words were never going to be on

The tip of your…