I miss you with the very edge of my skin.
It winces in absence,
a giant muscle contracting.
Tags: loss sadness death grief
Think, I tell myself.
Think.
Unwrap your brain from the shroud
it’s been living in.
Think.
I tear at the air with glass nails
that have learned to scale
mountains of mirrors.
Tags: sadness depression
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