The Grey

from by Gossamer



Walking the street
under a blushing sky
the trees I colored nauseous green
They reach into me
and swipe their shade
This night; a tingling in the toes
a scratching...

Within my chest
the air leaves
and I awaken
to nothing,
to nothing.

A storm takes me;
its doting arms caress my hair
in cyclonic waves
chilling each bone
until my skin gives way
tired eyes tightly gripping
and fingers slipping away

Its fervor;
disparate and grey
is not a home
but a seal of my eternal resting place.

On the run, or circling the drain.


from Gossamer, released March 16, 2017



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Gossamer Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Sorrow that trickles from the souls of 4 Philadelphians.

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