Ophelia
always interrupt me for animals, or ghosts food related reasons a sound you hear the car making our exit a song on the radio in need of lifting a heavy thing land one on me here wake me up with tears if you are cold slipped like petals on the sheets like grief drawn by a fly, or a dove hiding its hurt stop me at the edge point me towards the beginning and set me down




This is so evocative and spiritually in keeping with the tale of Ophelia. Great work.
goddamn. 🖤