8/7
I feel
Cool clean breeze
through my open windows
where my cat sits
waiting
watching
for birds
for the day to blossom
out from the early morning
mist
I sit
pen in hand
and my chat noir
waiting
to bloom words
out of the morning fog
of my mind
10/4
Please come home
she pleads
in the mid night darkness
in the sloth of afternoon
and most of all
in the aching early hours
when my grief
consumes me
a vampire of my vapid life
My longing
sits
on my tongue
like rice paper
adhering
to my tastebuds
with all the intentions of the write
words
before rendering
to a gummy glaze of regret
and then
nothing
but a faint
taste of bittersweet
sustaining
memories
remain
11/30
Numbness creeps in
on the heels of emptiness
Everything echos
with the silence
of your departure
I built a raft
try to stay afloat
in this storm
I have built
a home here
with many rooms
to hide
memories
in
closets
to bury
emotions
way in the back
Numb is a neighborhood
no one admits to living in
what this low entry cost
no money down
dream offers
is a lie
a high interest reverse mortgage on your life
no one will take it
of your hands
what you have done
no matter the price
foreclosure for me
is not an option as I am bound
by a sister promissory note
my only option
is to burn the place to the fucking ground
OctPoWriMo 2022 Day 10
Well, that went dark.
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