The Grief that Grips Our World by Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
The Grief that Grips Our World
Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
Silver waters whisper
amidst slender branches
where sisters bathe. My twin
of bone and moss whose woe
I fold like my grandmother folded
her husband’s pants —
carefully, and in silence. Come,
feral storm. Let us
be washed from the grief
that grips our world tonight.
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