the gentle haunting

  For a reason, you leave. For a reason, they leave. … The space they filled has a sound. Do not wake with their name in your throat. Do not repeat it as an instinct as you drift to sleep. Repeat instead your own. … What is one night good for but a soft regret? … More the gentle haunting

save the splinter

Broken eggs in unopened cartons, careful hands save the splinter from rough skin. The milk’s gone sour again, but there is no blood I can see. The feast of mold on the bread you bought yesterday and we soak your feet in warm water, try to save the things we can. … © 2017 Anna-Christina … More save the splinter