Time has rolled by this summer
like a dull, loud, clunking train
slow on the fat tracks, burdened by its carry
My body has suffered because of my emotions
I’ve stuffed them down like a heavy chain cascading down from its crane
landing ungracefully with a clamorous boom
twisting in a punishing snake of iron on the wet concrete port floor
I have resisted my release, resisted my health
(resistance, my only rebellion)
I’m staring at a blank off-white canvas
the bleakness yearning to be painted
begging for shadow and light
but how do I paint a landscape with your absence?
its all cold; the paint comes out in greys and blues
my brush is pointing down, paint is dripping down my leg
I don’t stop it
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