I could —
But there is Death to remember,
Jim’s beautiful friend,
there is the pain to remember
the pretty red thoughts of steel on skin
and the stinging bite as you slide flesh under blade
~
I could —
But there is a time for everything
and maybe my bones need not be ground to dust just yet
or maybe there is time left to dream
~
I am a butterfly in chains,
black booted, bereaved, all in sinner’s black
~
There is a time and place for everything
oh why is it so damn difficult
this business of love and Death
and oh what a mess
~Melanie Thomason
A beautifully chaotic musing. 🙂
Great post 😃
It’s wonderful and what’s going on?