The Last night.

When she vanished

-for the first time-

-for the last time-

I  could not help but swallow a chalky lump

of relief.

And I’m not sure how it happened but

now I am

 engulfed in a

soapy rose–

that dribbles

into my mouth

in  spindly Ribbons.

It burrows in my ears

and toes

 in rumpled gobs that whisper

and whoop

until

 there is a

A fog inside

that I cannot

undream

“Lady in Waiting” by Angie Hoover Hillhouse

Artwork: Lost in the World by Filmout