Soaked
I want you in my home so I know you’re not alone in the shadows of those long halls paced by the lost— dementia scouring their last stains of memory more than safe I want you to feel safe yet I’m drowning in this deep dank sog of lung rain waterfalls from every leaf under a canopy-darkened sky as distant shouts urge me to find my way back […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 