The Grief that Grips Our World by Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
The Grief that Grips Our WorldRaquel Dionísio AbrantesSilver waters whisperamidst slender brancheswhere sisters bathe. My twinof bone and moss whose woeI fold like my grandmother foldedher husband’s pants —carefully, and in silence. Come,feral storm. Let usbe washed from the griefthat grips our world tonight.More from Raquel Dionísio Abrantes ↓@poets_desk on Instagram
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