steel wool bedding

it’s the little things
the incidental contact
the secret looks
the smell
of her hair
on the pillow
a million
microscopic instances
of her
that make
the gaping void
where she once sat
feel fathomless
in scope

the world
carries
a her shaped hole
that all the light
seems to pour into
leaving nothing
but a blanket
of frigid dark
to hold me
long into
the emptiness
of a new day
bathed
in sorrow

it is
steel wool bedding
for the bared nerves
of anguish
slowly
carving the joy
from a land
suddenly devoid of heat
a homespun noose
around the aorta
of cardiac arrest
a bed of nails
to rest
a weary mind

4 thoughts on “steel wool bedding

  1. I felt the loss in this like it was skin rubbed raw. It is, magnificent.

    “it is
steel wool bedding
for the bared nerves
of anguish”

    Found your site from your collab with Tara (whose work I also love). Glad I clicked on that link!

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