Prose poetry

Time Giving Salve Healing all Wounds

Opening pangs of trauma and loss

Photo by Kristine Cinate on Unsplash

Fresh as the daisies colored labeled beets, not one is withstanding truth but such the knees giving out when reality no longer exists. Willows passing bent over wrenching pain with purging Stuck at crossroads of solar plexus borders, as before triggered thought happenstance in the month of May…