Tag Archives: grief
Don’t go
I can taste you, still, if I close my eyes. I can remember all the fires we set. I can feel the blood and broken glass. If I cry out for you, I know you can hear me. Will you … Continue reading
Don't go
I can taste you, still, if I close my eyes. I can remember all the fires we set. I can feel the blood and broken glass. If I cry out for you, I know you can hear me. Will you … Continue reading
I keep finding him
For so long (I don’t even know how long we’ve been at this. Moments? Millenia?) he was always just out of my reach, every time I slipped. I walked into one doorway and out of another; in the inbetween moment … Continue reading
How many times has she fallen?
Down the front stoop blush and get back up Down the stairs grimace and get back up Up the stairs sneer and get back up Out of the chair sigh and get back up Off the bar laugh and get … Continue reading
The last of her
She’s on the slab when I walk in; they’re finishing the last of her. I watch them put the tiny french knots at her lips to hold the dimpled smile in place. I run my fingers through what is left … Continue reading