Wednesday, June 06, 2018
Atmosphere
There was this about her always.
Fog.
Maybe makeup and anxiety.
Combined.
As she aged despite,
and because of her
Efforts,
her voice deepened and
cracked,
warning of ghost ships with this
“Horn.”
Ghost Ships! as if we need
Them.
Brrrrr!
But we must
Heed
Those warning us!
Taking breaks, Unthinkable.
Our words to our-
selves
pre-
echoing.Labels: anxiety, fog, message, prophet, warning
