I walk in. Expecting. White walls, white coats, sterile, needles, and seclusion. But my time's pale yellow, light green. I expect rocking and repeating, people stuttering like old vinyl. But there's just a bit of wailing (and a great deal of waiting). I expect to feel bored and ... read more
Hearing chords/Looking up/Blinking away thoughts Of who Might have been Grief is Squeezing the wheel/Feeling unsure/Pushing away thoughts Of where I can drive to now Grief is Staring at the paper/Seeing red/Flushing away thoughts Of why This happened to us Grief is Moaning in ... read more
The last kisses permeate the carpet threads. A container of letters belonging to boxes under your bed. Like a basin of doubt you wash over logic. Maybe it’s not your fault that the graze on your kneecap blinds. Maybe it’s not the stubbing of the toe that leaves the stains on the ... read more