Lacewinged-Beauty
blue edged with black; the colours of grief. men, broad-shouldered and lined, utter the truth. it has come and it has gone, and they are passed. may we take a look in the bedroom please, ma'am?
bleak-footed children scamper, memory-shards held by quiet breathing. irreplaceable, they caper; ghost-children caught in the world spiralling between my lungs, heavy with your heart-soil.