The air I breathe no longer holds your scent. You are finally gone. I changed the HVAC filters, clearing the space of your thoughts and opinions. The rooms in my modest home breathe too. In your absence, I am now able to seal the drafts, …
Brenda M. Coulter
The first poet on Tipsy Studio.
3 posts
It took a long time to metabolize you, to break you down into manageable pieces, to chew through the gristle of your words, to swallow your insecurities like a bitter pill. You lingered like a half-digested sandwich, souring in the pit of my grumbling stomach, a heaviness I could not begin to expel, …
She took a mind that served her well, solving complex problems with ease. Then introduced a toxic feast, days of banquets to slowly seize. Her lungs, her liver, her memory, all dulled beneath indulgent pleas. Thoughts began to dissolve and drift, like smoke escaping through the trees. …