The anatomy of melancholy

a broken wrist / and buttered lips / a pain which rides beneath the smile / and surface / behind mascara eyes / a dull ache you cannot strap / nor stem the blood with a torniquet / it flows / like rivers in Spring / an ocean which stings / soddens your clothes / clean to the bone / worshipping the never-ending tide as it strips the skin / to leave briny smears in its wake / the aftermath / trying to carry on / to change like the moon / phase in and out of the darkness / to move on / from this sorrow which exists and swells / like a split lip.

In response to day 21: anatomy of ___ , #rainasmprompts

Photograph and poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Available internationally

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s