Reverb and Retribution
written by: Aleathia Drehmer
@AleathiaD
Faded light creeps through
a half-shaded window,
cobwebs in the corner,
dirt splashed up from 100 years
of spring rains and forgotten cleanings,
as my body, heavy, slumps
in the cushions of the worn,
floral couch left behind by the dead.
My mind floats past reverb and retribution
feeling everything, feeling nothing.
The light becomes smaller
as my heart grows bigger
now wild and alone and free.
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