He frequents her mind
The ceiling has 3 linear cracks
running across the northwest corner.
Filaments of spider webs cling
to the popcorn texture and float effortlessly.
Salty tears slip from her eyes, past
her cheeks and settle into the curvature of her ears.
The news, the past, the enormity
of it all chasing sleep from the premises…
Words come easy
for the most part
But when thoughts
are flooding the mind
Her ability to
put them to paper
Seventeen more fell today
across a country filled with anger.
The smell of despair filling posts,
fingers pointing in every direction.
Orders to speak not his name
and honor the dead and traumatized.
Reliving October 1st as the
media fills every outlet they can.
Hearing the screams and
seeing the faces over again.
Sleep won’t come for the
living who grieve for the fallen
My best friend is struggling today.
Three months ago he ruptured the cruciate ligament in his hind right knee. I opted for a surgical procedure that was tough on him. It’s been healing slowly and he rarely uses it, but it’s coming along.
Last night, it appears the ligament in his other hind leg has ruptured. He is so crippled at this point. I’m sitting and waiting for the vet’s office to open. The possible options running through my head. The impossible option which may be the kindest for him, depending on the outcome of the exam.
He’s been my best friend for 9 years. I don’t know what I would do without him.
Head cast back
soul breaking cries
erupting from her heart
into a sky pierced with a million stars.
her daily decisions
consisted of what to wear and eat.
what show to watch
or how to wear her hair with the red dress.
which bills to pay first
who to call asking for a little more time.
Those must wait
her focus on the narrow ledge
her daily decision… what step… which way…
She wonders often
if her thoughts
were unveiled in truth
who would fall away…
Your mewling apologies
will never offset the damage
your abusive behaviors have caused.
Bathing in silence
wrapped in shades of pale.
A creature of solitude
she has always been.
Wary of intention
filled with ever longing.
Watchful and ready
for any sign of change.
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