Cradle and Hearse

patchworkgirlfriend:

I have been their cradle
Their warm embrace
I’ve held them tight
And kept them safe

The rumble of my engine
Whispers “It’s alright”
I’m their bedtime lullaby
In the darkest of nights

A keeper of trinkets
Of time long past
From two little boys
Who grew up too fast

I have moulded to fit
Their growing forms
Long legs kicked up,
Long faces, long arms

I give them my all
I’ll be whatever they need,
Their shield, their sword,
Their brilliant black steed

Broken glass, dented doors,
Deep scrapes into the metal
Blood seeped into my leather
And a foot jammed on the pedal

I’ve been broken and twisted
And there have been times
I’m little more than than scrap
Headed for a crushing line

Like the Marines
No one ever left behind
They pound the life into me,
Into each other, time after time 

But my scars are just
A reflection of them
They all tell the story
Of where we have been.

Written for the Sam and Dean Poetry Challenge

Partner: @honeymish

Prompt: the Impala

  1. deanwinchesterisafeminist-blog reblogged this from buticancarryyou
  2. reveriedestiel reblogged this from nursedean
  3. scampbell15 reblogged this from nursedean
  4. thalassakimou reblogged this from rosworms
  5. municipal-mal reblogged this from samstiels-deactivated20201212
  6. deansbeerbottle reblogged this from thep0rnfairy
  7. fake-gamer-gril reblogged this from samstiels-deactivated20201212
  8. percawholockian reblogged this from samstiels-deactivated20201212
  9. our-crimson-lullabies reblogged this from samstiels-deactivated20201212
  10. thelittleredwhocould reblogged this from sammichgirl
  11. storyof-eden reblogged this from tipsysam
  12. a-l-o-n-e-t-o-g-e-t-h-e-r reblogged this from stanfordwinchesters
BCV THEMES