Today has a weird air about it,
It’s sunny and bright and still
But it feels like mourning.
Is this preemptive?
Premonition?
Or a soft surrender to all my trauma.
A delicate laying down of flowers,
Soft cloths,
A blanket of tears
For versions of me that never survived
Or who were taken by the darknesses.
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 3:59 AM UTC
Today has a weird air about it,
It’s sunny and bright and still
But it feels like mourning.
Is this preemptive?
Premonition?
Or a soft surrender to all my trauma.
A delicate laying down of flowers,
Soft cloths,
A blanket of tears
For versions of me that never survived
Or who were taken by the darknesses.
