part of this dark i am,
she weeps beside me
no sound no water,
a disoriented beat,
with only myself to feel
she and i we,
tremble together,
but i am part of this dark
and one with her in it.
– prompt: write a poem from the perspective of your shadow when you’re heartbroken
i’m a haunted house where the echoes of past laughs ring faintly through corridors… paint
liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history
blinding sun and choking air,smoking nights in a longing lair,holed up naked or walking down
rub the soap till it’s petal thin, water in shampoo to keep it swell, same
sometimes, every word i have ever written seem pointless, devoid of any meaning… that those
