with me -today
I’m feeling freer

Your voice carries beyond the crashing
I hold your soul
in paper cuts
can you see me bleed -in color?

Hidden in your black ‘n white
I would rescue -you
had i been there,
barely wanting to be alive.

(I mourn the loss of Plath, Woolf and van Gogh. I am in no way on level in their caliber, in creating art. But they have become strength for me to carry on.)


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