Tessara Dudley

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

the empty climbs inside me
unhinges my jaw to slide down my throat
bloating my stomach
cramping my gut
such cold
silence echoes around me
it is too much
my guiding spirit, my holy one
how many times?
how many hours sitting like this on this floor in this room
bone weary and still
how many moments raw and unfinished

she does not speak
and i?
i pour another glass

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