Pith: You, Me, & Marcus Aurelius

15 Aug 2021

Curled here
Like fetal death
Right knuckles on my neck
Left fist under my belly
Crying inside
Without crying outside
There is no one else here
There is no one else here
There is no one else here
There is no one here.
Fear. Desire. Fear. Desire. Fear. Desire. Fear. Desire. Fear. Desire. Fear. Desire. Grief.

Grief.

How long must we grieve
This burning heart
So much touch lost
It better be worth it
It better be worth it
It better be worth it

No one touches you
No one touches you
Except
to teach
you Struggle.

Heart, why do you pulse in pain

You have been lying here
long enough.

Time for the sun.