a storm

you were the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told. when everyone else told me i was destined to be a forgotten nymph; that nurtured flowers and turned meadows gold, you saw that the ichor that resides in me demanded its own throne. you showed […]

i lost you to death.

Emulation for Emily Dickinson’s poem, Because I Could Not Stop For Death* Loss is a blanket that settles slowly down and numbs you from the rest of the world.   Grief is your perfume in which I slowly drown And your favourite Crown Royal in a glass that I swirled around for hours because I […]