Gray, Ashen.

April 29, 2018

Delirium and an Unattended Headstone. Absolute refusal of facts. Widow left in reminder of a fairytale ended abruptly -Beautiful Children. Stoic Laser Focus. Cry and Proceed. What Else can One Do? Speak Nothing of It, Sears with Too Much Pain, Fresh Wounds, Infinitely Fresh. I swear, “He turned Gray, Ashen.” In that chair, in the back of the parlor, those steel eyes, vacant. Winnings and perfections are rare. Far more Losers than the Victor. No one loves you when you are down […]