grief
I search for you every time I close my eyes
By R.C. TaylorPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Siim Lukka on Unsplash
weightless my bed surfs
night air as I chase you but
the moon eats my name
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I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (6)
I love this - night air as I chase you.
That last line is so powerful. Amazing!
lovely and great
I loved the image of bed surfing, like a magic carpet. Shocked by the moon's behaviour though.
Oh my. This is beautiful. Well done.
Your imagery is impressive!