Today is monochromatic
and shrouded in mist I am...
What if I regret it
Down the line...
It feels like it's been,
a blink of the eye...
You’d never tell
how capable of grieving...
Succumbed by all the little things,
my heart fills up and breaks to release...
My breathings heavy,
My tears run dry...
Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...
On July 31st my niece was having
Contractions in her stomach she felt...
Hey,
I’m here for at the bench...
white sheets pick at her and
spill into her sagging flesh...
They talk about scars,
But I don't even have scabs yet...
My day started with opening my eyes. The sun...
It can no longer fly...