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
Tag: grief
Shift
Churned in chronic cloud Wafted away To tenebrous fray I’m wrecked Face down Among ash anointed dirt Abysmally amassing Illness Sadness Death So lonely Don’t tell me About reasons Or better places In this house Where words are weapons And welts wail long after The belts been cinched This is chaos And I’m lost Waiting … Continue reading Shift
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
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
