This weekend is about grief & loss for me ~ I unlocked the Pandora's Box between Us ~ After, there is honesty and rotted tchotchkes
You didn't really see the Pandora's Box just beneath my skin in our first years of acquaintance. I'd never have let you ~
Don't think you heard the rattle beneath the wallpaper until I let go the sides of friendship for a deeper love
Love is an unfamiliar ocean and quickly quickly my feet quit a sturdy shore.
Then rattle split soaked wrappings and the grief poured through. Pandora's fears felled my feet.
It's a wonder you recognised the woman under the black ash clasp. It's a wonder you didn't drown.
After I wide-eyed tried to pull you under I knew it was time to to find a Decoder ~
A linguist who spoke in Broken Fragments
So yeah I found one. And in these recent months She named the parts of my stillborn heart ~ but I've had to dive for the rest
I half heard the warnings She ushered about Pandora marbles slip footed falls & the bent floodgates when hell is revisited
And I could wash my face to the bone with the groves of grief torrenting from beneath that wallpaper ~ Grief is a wide ocean
This week a sea of grief
A floating down
Swirling eddies silently
Pressed hard against
My mouth and
You were gone from
My memory of
Breath
Naturally I'm wide-eyed today
A breathless Phoenix worried about a watery grave ~ I understand ash I don't understand a mouthful of mud
I've washed on down these sidewalks of weeks till I lodged in the bracken of a holy day I hate ~ 'Progenitor's Day'
Slip through her fingers, Pandora's fates hold vast shadows and shadow boxes uncatalogued
The Linguist were here she'd probably be inclined just to tell me to swim. But she's not. You're here.
Reminding me to Breathe.
