Unable to Grieve
An Exploration of Loss
I pull words through my teeth like floss,
Tight and quick, to convey my loss
Of community, of self
Of weather, worn kelp.
Oh reach, I stretch, and do not grasp
The lock, the key, the broken clasp.
I vomit, I heave
My throat, they leave.
This pain is filling at my lung
This headache in my head is hung
And oh, to wake
In feast, partake.
But the bread is molded and dry
The water salty tears to cry.
This desert, no end
My heart, must bend.
My lips to part as if to speak,
But I burry the sounds for anther week.
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About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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