The moon & circumstances muddling my mind. I am not okay. A sliver of love left. I’ll keep it embedded. I’ll let it dissolve.
Love of poetry, love for my husband, love for my Creator I’m convinced is mad at me, love for every letter I can write, love for 90s indie films & dead philosophers.
None of it will save me. But this is me.
Passion & pain, perhaps one & the same. For me.
Lacrimosa. Trembling. Screaming.
At the end of the damp & withered thread. At the end of the last hair on my head.
Hush now, let me be. Come too close & I’ll drown you, unknowingly.
I am a roaring, toxic sea.
© Jennifer Patino (2018)