Ghosted
tears and anxiety replace the dopamine rush
I cry in silence and my fingers twitch to text "Why"?
But instead, I will cry these tears and dry these tears
and smile tomorrow because this too shall pass.
Rizpah
You stare at the fallen in unspeakable grief, and recall the first steps, the tiny hug, the baby smell all the little details a mother knows, beneath the Terebinth tree. Oh Rizpah, the pleasure of all eyes the delight of Saul in his prime what have you become? Fighting birds of prey and jackals as they stalk the decaying flesh of your flesh... Amoni was the quiet one, Mephibosheth the witty one, who laughed even in sadness Here they lay eyes agape in unspeakable horror, hung like thieves. Saul would gather them in the small of his arms, and they, beauties to behold would giggle in delight Rizpah, your existence is that of demented reality and excruciating dream in the middle of insanity The Jackals have come again, aiming to savour the carcasses of your decaying sons, You stand weakened by hunger and sorrow, and shoo them away again. God of Israel, take thi...
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