A Mourning


A Mourning |
These days I have felt like a shadow of myself,
Like losing you stripped away the meat and sinews of me leaving a spectre to haunt my world…
My breaths feel empty, not carrying enough weight to make water vapor in the freezing air…
My steps are weighted by my clothes that hang from form like a ill-fitting mannequin, hollow stiff, and way too pale…
And when I pass by windows and mirrors only a haze looks back at me with smokey unfeeling eyes…
– dahlia holmes  Tuesday, January 12th, 2016 6:30 pm


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