f a l l i n g a p a r t

 

grasping so

each limb rattles

with

anguish these plastic chairs

and walkers aluminum squeezing

eyes blurred vision

 

this back

grips tight to tears

 

this hand

numb and tingling

 

this lung

blacken soot

to swing low

sweet

coughing breath.

 

age

 

races

 

into

my

 

grave.

 

silent in my apartment couch

shivering

upon

the

gripped tight

pillow

 

the silence

shatters quivering

fears full in bone bare dryness,

until

 

i miss

your

 

 

arms around me                             while          i            sleep.

 

 

Reviews

[Kara Emily Krantz]

oh my gosh oh my gosh.

growing old... falling apart....

and then the very human, ageless need to be HELD.

i adored this. it's going in my library :)

hugs

[THE BLACK SEAL]

very human and i loved the form