by Milly Hayward
This rock crushes my dying breast
weighs heavier than you could know...
If I had five minutes
to talk to you...
hot grief stings a face
now separated from the...
Delight in each day
Anew, bringing fresh chances...
The miser dwelling we had was not a house...
It's new sheets day
My favourite sleep of the week...
His heart so tiny and small
a heart you can barely see at all...
Notes of silence slide over my body,
I lay there breathing in pure oxygen...
I pressed the last red
flower you gave me, in a...
Upon a night so cold and dreary
feeling life drain, making me teary...