Thursday, May 23, 2024

 Sadness is a layer like

Smoothing sheets across a bed

Keep it hidden. Exposed I can’t function 

Grief is saying the same words over and over until 

emptied of meaning. Grief is being in a place 

alone. 

Impossible to share the inner transformation

I’ll try colors

Churning red to cerulean blue

Black to a dab of yellow on the far right  

a gray wash for days.



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