draping over her rib cage
grapples bereft air
work in progress
30 poems in 30 days
Some days are just like that. The heaviness. This strange compression as I inhale in forgotten breath.
Describe it instead of succumbing to the fear of it.
Draw what you are creating space to receive.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower