CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;violetense
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.
Officially married...Take that immigration! |
Current Residence: At home
deviantWEAR sizing preference: L or XL I don't mind things being a little loose on me, makes it easier to hide in plain sight
Favourite genre of music: I love the 50s, 60, and 70. Some of the 80s are okay too.
Favourite style of art: I like happy bubble gummy kinds of stuff, nature, and animals