PWoF 2016 - Topic 04 - Sept. 25

[Lizzie]

All a hush now.
This day wraps
in wintry gray
and black spots on slush.

What is familiar is
fading away,
but longings stay.

Your slip and bra hang just
so on our boudoir door;
not to touch again,
just a constant hoping
that you will find your way back.

And still, if I fog our North window
an “I luv u” you put
with your pinky and saliva
stands out again, as if just…

And my ribs strain to hold
a ripping agony
that hollows my soul
from my body,
and I find again today
that I am just
a husk of a man.

I love the immediate details in this like the slip and bra and the window fog. Well done, C.

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http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/guide/t...s-parsnips

Like trying to make a turd appetizing with enough caramel and sugar.