Today’s the kind of day where the damp goes straight to your bones.
Where the wind laughs wildly and slaps the waves of Lake Michigan and makes them jump ten feet in the air.
Where rain and snow merge amidst the clouds and storm to earth as slick and sharp sleet. Like your skin’s stitched with daggers.
The boards of this house creak and rock like a ship sloshing through the mass of water. Cold filters through the windows as if there are no panes at all.
I keep the lights off and let the muted gray move its way through the halls; pace the room and collect the silence, save the howl.
Is that what this noise in me is doing?
Looking for you in all the wrong places and lashes out in frustration when you’re nowhere to be found? When the truth slips my feet from under me and turns me upside down?
Wind rolls sideways, upturning the tree branches. The sky is turning slate quicker than I would have thought. Can I light a candle not in remembrance, but to forget?
Let the elements roll in. Limbs become submerged in ice and face turns to the tide. At breakwater’s edge atop this hill that holds these howls for what has been, I drink the mist into my eyes, translucent fuse of fog and dusk, become a myth, the silence.
So beautiful! Poetic imagery, lovely words.
This is powerful Sarah
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