tUESDAY MORNING
I watched as you faded from my life… chilly and cheerless as the color of dishwater. . even the sun rise on our beach Lost its shimmer on that dismal Tuesday morning… Unremarkable yellow-, white- hot then sad and dull. Lackluster gray- brown smudges that looked to smell of sulphur, not like the taste of seasalt on bare skin…
Everything has disappeared … Apologetic sky, not even fit for the solitary flyer.
One.
Single
Bird .
Now one.
Single.
Me.
Fuck you.
Poetry
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