Good Friday

Where we end and where the

emptiness begins is unknowable. 

The Kingdom of Hell is within us.

Is us.

Panic rises from the darkness.  We have

lost ourselves.  We, the melancholy,

the bittersweet, who feel each moment

as a loss. 

From inside our skins we observe

laughter and joy bubbling up in others

but we are too heavy to move towards them.   

Our babies smile and our hearts are

broken by the sweetness of them.

 

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