A Kind of Grief
Jan 17, 2023
Sad baby girl
you are a broken mirror;
everything dies with you.
You’re going down with the ship
like a good little captain
stuck inside the brig.
Your well’s run dry, too bad
you can’t fill it with all your
sloppy salty tears.
It is easier to do what they did too
but that bleeding-out energy eludes you.
