Raw Earth Ink
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Tag: Loss
Cracked Obsidian (life & death of a volcano)
What started as wild molten nights of passion quickly cooled to black flows of cracked obsidian ERUPTIONS It began with sweet lyrics Staying up far too late Everything she wanted to hear Flowing forth from his saccharine lips (The same ones she loved to… Continue Reading “Cracked Obsidian (life & death of a volcano)”
Afterthoughts
beneath the jagged waves my face silently slips moonlight accents edge peaks and valleys and I’m no longer fighting it releasing my final breath I’m floating softly in this cold new world sinking down into the vast depths I look above to see the… Continue Reading “Afterthoughts”
Ten Years
Ten years. Damn. It doesn’t feel like ten years. My body remembers. Remembers like it was a few months ago. My chest remembers. The ache. The brokenness. The questions. The tears… oh god, the tears. Somehow it was my fault, I’m sure of it.… Continue Reading “Ten Years”
Grief Held
The loss was so profound So deep So all-encompassing that it Seemed For a time As if the tears would Never End “Will I ever stop crying?” I asked the world in general In poured the platitudes The endearments The empty gestures And then… Continue Reading “Grief Held”
So Small for a Love So Large
When I held him in my arms, he was so small. So small. I cried oh god how I cried. I asked, is there anything we can do? The doctor said, I’m sorry no, he’s just too small. I cried harder. Please, I’ll do… Continue Reading “So Small for a Love So Large”
Memories in Withdrawal
When they placed him in my arms, he weighed nothing at all I didn’t even know how to hold him The moment I looked into his face, I felt something burst and bloom in my heart Something I had never felt before and never… Continue Reading “Memories in Withdrawal”
Atrophy
tender and rare blue flower the forget-me-not is fading no longer vibrant and bold no longer delicate and precious the vase sits a water-ring along its lip just one in amongst the others your hand lifts them out tosses them away no second glance… Continue Reading “Atrophy”
The Quiet
he walks down the lane a single rose clasped within his palm its petals soft and gentle reminding him of his lover’s voice a shift within as one memory lifts upon another his thumb caresses the velvet though it were a cheek instead her… Continue Reading “The Quiet”
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