I hear you come for me On the cusp of sleep Whispering wisps Of ethereal memory Unforgettable Last breath Fill my fated lungs Dream me back To life (Image from Pinterest)
Last Breath
Category: grief
Not So Poetic Reality
A series of unfathomable events has left me feeling that I’m living hell on earth. Beginning with the death of my most precious pup on April 26th, 2018. This is the little girl I rescued from a cage, the little girl I put my arms around every night and whispered my most secret, secrets to. … Continue reading Not So Poetic Reality
Cold
On the edge of another night restlessness served under duress I hear her voice echo in my heart where warmth translates hope I feel her in my arms clinging to this moment praying it will stretch into forever so I will never have to know the crushing cold of her absence again
Never Know
She stood at the door One hand on the knob The other on a suitcase Empty or packed Who knows There was yelling And tears And fear That I know Was she leaving Him or me Who knows Tiny hands Clinging to clothing Taking a stand Uttering ultimatums Memory stores Emotion Snapshots Irrelevant time He’s … Continue reading Never Know
Inertia
A parent perched upon Each slouched shoulder Hands hang useless at my side Oxygen tubes wrap tight round my throat Mentholatum, mothballs and melancholia Mother may I No, dad will hear Shhhh don’t say a word Or think a thing About life or death Or anything in between Just tell me what’s for dinner Chicken … Continue reading Inertia
Suicide Mosquitoes
*Trigger Warning - Suicidal Content* Today you would have been fifty-two Instead the doctor took away my blue Pills and made me start the yellow But I don’t feel like yellow I feel like blue Memories of you Pinching at my heart Suicide mosquitoes buzzing Round my head Today you would have been fifty-two … Continue reading Suicide Mosquitoes
Arsonist
Birthed into flames Neonatal neurosis Suckled on psychosis Face streaked black Chocking on ash Back against the wall Tucked into crumbling Child’s memory Tell me lies of Wind in my hair Swinging From a tree Once anchored Now singed As my heart Rotten roots Fight for life Never ends Home sweet home Gorged with grief … Continue reading Arsonist
