H

Dear H,

Take me back to the last days of May, I was punching away at my gut
when I walked into empty rooms, in bed at night, while changing the laundry.

The first days of June when I knew for sure, and into the second week when
you were ripped away from my warmth.

In bed, I replace fists with embrace and apology that play around
on my dripping face.

To feel you wriggle your fingers within me, I would cry at the feeling.
I dream of it all, sometimes.


 

Reviews

[Hedra Helix]

This is glorious in that rhythmic way that sparkles not only with skill but with art. and makes me wonder feeling connected, using my own life as its mirror, reflecting its half truths in dance with my pictures, and makes me go hmmmm.

[Ms. Gruye]

To feel you wriggle your fingers within me, I would cry at the feeling.

this line hits an emotional place with me. I wish this were longer and had a little more insight to the character and unformed finger creature. or atleast an insight to narrator.