the sweet sours of life—

I watched her mourn

the misery branched off into

exhaustion, her lips mumbled,

something about a moment of birth, of love

I can’t scream loud enough!

 I can’t collapse!

I can’t go on—

how do we all just pick up 

wander forth, gouge another day

out of the tapestry of time?

Oh morning, you sweet sour.

In you tumble, delighting in your 

brightness seems almost blasphemous. 

I grip onto all my thinning threads

and welcome you in—your beauty

it has disemboweled me. 

I watch her—mourning in the echoes 

of torture and sunbeams.

I am soured by the sweet morning

when it feels like it should be

the deep black of night…


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