Natalie Black
Bio
Lover of beautiful poetic lines and stories that take you away from it all.
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The Summer Tanager
The Summer Tanager I can recall the day it perched on my window sill. It was long after Daryl had died. I was sitting out on the front porch filled with attempted determination. I could not decide whether today would be the day I remove his clothes from the closet. It wasn’t just his clothes. I questioned when to get rid of it all. Toothbrush, shoes, tools, his favorite mug. Do I even need to get rid of them? My sister said that this shit is weird, to keep a dead man’s clothes in the house. Niya was giving a bit more than sisterly advice when it came to this topic. Solely because she witnessed her share of arguments, vases being thrown, confrontations with women, the make-ups and break-ups, and the transfer of words as sharp as new knives that can never be taken back. If it were up to her she would burn all of it. I am not as audacious. Not has theatrical. Consequently I simply have several internal meltdowns whenever I try to decide if today was finally the day.
By Natalie Black3 years ago in Humans