grief (Remove filter)
meandering transfixed sans temporal landmarks (24/10/2022)
every day
it’s all
the same.
together, it blurs. coagulates.
fills furrow-trod brain grooves
like grout. experience withers
on the vine, in the leaves, leaves
little brittle dust-skeletons
decomposing on the bathroom tile
so deficient they can’t grow a garden—
only this greying grieving heaving
metastasising mass breathing
again again again
once more once more
the same the sa...
Friday 9th February 2024 11:29 am
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