i’m reminded the earth makes itself bleed, too
good morning, the sky says—-
pierced with the severing
force of the clouds—-
the red and orange
bleeds from the horizon
the morning’s chill stings my skin—-
this, too, is another razor,
blood oozing out in droplets
relieving myself with a reminder
that i’m human
i am not immune to loneliness,
everyone gone save for the lilac blooms
and sad birdsong—-
is it possible to not miss your laugh?
would i want a world without that longing?
a world wherein i’m not bereft?
-the first of june 2023, 5:43a.m.
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Powerful words! I, especially, really liked the last stanza and the last line. Very thought-provoking!
“this too is another razor” – love
Your second question is the one that really got me thinking.